Krystelle would clasp the corner of the pages between her thumb and forefinger, drawing them out of the acetone and laying them out flat on the counter, atop towels with which she lightly blots away whatever acetone remains on the surface. Once she's certain they're entirely dry, she would turn them face-up on the flat countertop, without towels beneath, and remove from one of her pouches a small bag of very fine black sand.
Over the surface of each page she pours a little sand, spreading it over the entire page with the side of her hand. Then, she would take a blank parchment from Brindas' notes, hold it perpendicular to the pages of the tome, and ever so gently brush away the sand into a bowl. Her intent is to see if any indentations remain on the blank parchment from the quill, or printing press, or whatever was used to author it.
Hopefully, some fine grains of that black sand may remain in the depressions and take the shape of the letters they once were. It's a long shot, of course. Most books that remain closed find their pages pressed free of indents by their own weight, but she loses nothing by trying.
Deals With Demons
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-- Miranda --
Luizlurgh, Preularith.
The trio make their way to the charred remains of the former Inn. Those they pass are greeted warmly by both Ann and Jareth, at times pausing for short conversations and condolences for their destroyed building. The gazes that inevitably drift in Miranda's direction are accompanied by curious and suspicious expressions, though subdued to a degree by the presence of the Ridgeways. As they walk, Ann makes a point of gesturing in various directions with explanations of the town's services, such as the Blacksmith and Tanner.
With their approach, Miranda is able to fully glimpse the Inn's destruction; the formerly sturdy foundations a mix of blackened wood and scorched stone. Various plants jut upwards from the ground, the stonework base still mostly intact but a poor sight. The image illicites a soft sigh from the couple, Jareth wrapping an arm around the shoulders of his wife with a disappointed grumble.
"It's hard to believe it's gone." the mousey-haired woman admits.
Luizlurgh, Preularith.
The trio make their way to the charred remains of the former Inn. Those they pass are greeted warmly by both Ann and Jareth, at times pausing for short conversations and condolences for their destroyed building. The gazes that inevitably drift in Miranda's direction are accompanied by curious and suspicious expressions, though subdued to a degree by the presence of the Ridgeways. As they walk, Ann makes a point of gesturing in various directions with explanations of the town's services, such as the Blacksmith and Tanner.
With their approach, Miranda is able to fully glimpse the Inn's destruction; the formerly sturdy foundations a mix of blackened wood and scorched stone. Various plants jut upwards from the ground, the stonework base still mostly intact but a poor sight. The image illicites a soft sigh from the couple, Jareth wrapping an arm around the shoulders of his wife with a disappointed grumble.
"It's hard to believe it's gone." the mousey-haired woman admits.
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-- Brindas & Krystelle --
The House of Healing, Sigil.
Despite the fact that the sheets of parchment are now blank, removed of both stain and scribed text, the surface itself seems completely unaffected. It is not soggy, nor is it damp once pulled from the tray. In fact, the droplets of liquid seem to fall from it instantly as if repelled by wax. As Krystelle touches the pages, however, it is far more evident that it is the work of magic. Dark magic, at that.
As soon as her fingers meet the parchment's edge, a heavy weight settles onto her chest much like the one Brindas has endured in his carrying of the tome. It is a whisper of power, an unspoken promise for achievement. It is an aura that repulses the goodly and soothes the wicked. Regardless, the weighted pressure remains.
Alas, the magical properties of the page which prevented its destruction also result in a lack of indentation from a quill's depressions. Her attempt yields no result beyond the knowledge gained in her tying.
The House of Healing, Sigil.
Despite the fact that the sheets of parchment are now blank, removed of both stain and scribed text, the surface itself seems completely unaffected. It is not soggy, nor is it damp once pulled from the tray. In fact, the droplets of liquid seem to fall from it instantly as if repelled by wax. As Krystelle touches the pages, however, it is far more evident that it is the work of magic. Dark magic, at that.
As soon as her fingers meet the parchment's edge, a heavy weight settles onto her chest much like the one Brindas has endured in his carrying of the tome. It is a whisper of power, an unspoken promise for achievement. It is an aura that repulses the goodly and soothes the wicked. Regardless, the weighted pressure remains.
Alas, the magical properties of the page which prevented its destruction also result in a lack of indentation from a quill's depressions. Her attempt yields no result beyond the knowledge gained in her tying.
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-Miranda-
Miranda steps forward slowly and picks up a charred piece of wood, examining it with the simple use of her tactile and visual senses to determine what type of wood it is or..rather was. She looks around at the wreckage and signs as she looks at the couple, offering them a genuinly sad look on her face.
Tell me about the inn, I would like to know of its legacy from the beginning, she asks the couple softly.
While she looks at the grief stricken couple, her mind already has begun to whirl and twirl.
If anything fire creates as much as it destroys and from the ashes of incineration, life always rises anew.
Miranda has always known this, she has always believed it, and she would make sure that this time was no different.
Miranda steps forward slowly and picks up a charred piece of wood, examining it with the simple use of her tactile and visual senses to determine what type of wood it is or..rather was. She looks around at the wreckage and signs as she looks at the couple, offering them a genuinly sad look on her face.
Tell me about the inn, I would like to know of its legacy from the beginning, she asks the couple softly.
While she looks at the grief stricken couple, her mind already has begun to whirl and twirl.
If anything fire creates as much as it destroys and from the ashes of incineration, life always rises anew.
Miranda has always known this, she has always believed it, and she would make sure that this time was no different.
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"...Resilient. Or pressed flat by the book's own weight." she muses, to say nothing of the weight placed upon her own chest simply by contact with the dissolved pages. She would remove her fingers from the page quickly, and avert her gaze away from it. "By context, Mhyrlisa-Uhress would seem to be the demon's 'tag.' The rest speaks of bindings and entrapment of the demon within the book -- the work of a wizard. I will leave that part to you, Doctor Brindas. You are, after all, a professional."
Krystelle would proceed to gather the various pieces of paraphernalia that make up her alchemy kit, washing her flask and alembic in the water basin, and returning them to the bag from whence they came. Once her things are gathered and ready to go, she would stop halfway from the door, turn to face the Doctor, and bow her head deeply.
"...If you wish, I shall accompany you to this library you mentioned. However... after my shameful display of failure, I find it difficult to imagine that you would still want my help."
Krystelle would proceed to gather the various pieces of paraphernalia that make up her alchemy kit, washing her flask and alembic in the water basin, and returning them to the bag from whence they came. Once her things are gathered and ready to go, she would stop halfway from the door, turn to face the Doctor, and bow her head deeply.
"...If you wish, I shall accompany you to this library you mentioned. However... after my shameful display of failure, I find it difficult to imagine that you would still want my help."
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-- Miranda --
Luizlurgh, Preularith.
The action stirs a small billowing cloud of ash as Miranda picks up the piece and inspects it; the charred remains of the Inn seem to be old-fashioned oak, simple enough and easily accessible yet strong and sturdy for building practices.
"Well, Your Grace, it began when Jareth and I met. In my younger years, I was a waitress at a tavern across town; the Hare & Hound." the proprietess offers, her grey eyes panning over their former property with a lingering sadness. A soft smile rests on her lips at the telling of their tale, however. "There isn't much of a story, I'm afraid. Simply that he became one of my regulars, a farmer himself. Our conversations were brief at first, but overtime became something more. Two years later we were married around Highharvest, and have been together ever since."
The woman's gaze turns from the ashen destruction that lay before the three to offer her husband her full attention and an endearing smile. Her eyes continue to hold a briefly saddened gleam as he continues in the retelling, but the look is matched and overtaken by displays of fondness.
"When . . . we found out we could not have children of our own, we decided to move forward and make another investment we could see grow and flourish." Jareth explains, "I sold the farm after a bountiful harvest, and Ann shifted from the Hare to what would soon become the Stallion. That was five years ago. . ."
The ochre-haired man trailed to a pause at the tale's conclusion, lifting his free hand to greet the approaching guard on his patrol. Miranda would recognise the man instantly, and so too does he look the umber-skinned woman over appraisingly. A purse of his lips follows.
"Captain Lovell." the Ridgeways offer in near unison, each of them dipping their heads with a show of respect. Their smiles are as warm as ever, despite the quick glance that Ann flicks in Miranda's direction with no small amount of concern.
"Well met, Jareth. Ann." replies the Captain of the Watch, his questioning blue eyes turning to the couple as he bestows unto them a warm smile. It is quite clear the three hold some form of rapport between them. Lovell's attention is quick to return to Miranda, however, not unkindly but quite sternly. "I see you've decided to stay, merchant?"
Luizlurgh, Preularith.
The action stirs a small billowing cloud of ash as Miranda picks up the piece and inspects it; the charred remains of the Inn seem to be old-fashioned oak, simple enough and easily accessible yet strong and sturdy for building practices.
"Well, Your Grace, it began when Jareth and I met. In my younger years, I was a waitress at a tavern across town; the Hare & Hound." the proprietess offers, her grey eyes panning over their former property with a lingering sadness. A soft smile rests on her lips at the telling of their tale, however. "There isn't much of a story, I'm afraid. Simply that he became one of my regulars, a farmer himself. Our conversations were brief at first, but overtime became something more. Two years later we were married around Highharvest, and have been together ever since."
The woman's gaze turns from the ashen destruction that lay before the three to offer her husband her full attention and an endearing smile. Her eyes continue to hold a briefly saddened gleam as he continues in the retelling, but the look is matched and overtaken by displays of fondness.
"When . . . we found out we could not have children of our own, we decided to move forward and make another investment we could see grow and flourish." Jareth explains, "I sold the farm after a bountiful harvest, and Ann shifted from the Hare to what would soon become the Stallion. That was five years ago. . ."
The ochre-haired man trailed to a pause at the tale's conclusion, lifting his free hand to greet the approaching guard on his patrol. Miranda would recognise the man instantly, and so too does he look the umber-skinned woman over appraisingly. A purse of his lips follows.
"Captain Lovell." the Ridgeways offer in near unison, each of them dipping their heads with a show of respect. Their smiles are as warm as ever, despite the quick glance that Ann flicks in Miranda's direction with no small amount of concern.
"Well met, Jareth. Ann." replies the Captain of the Watch, his questioning blue eyes turning to the couple as he bestows unto them a warm smile. It is quite clear the three hold some form of rapport between them. Lovell's attention is quick to return to Miranda, however, not unkindly but quite sternly. "I see you've decided to stay, merchant?"
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-Miranda-
She too would dip her head in a respectful greeting to the captian, her body language calm and collected as it its just a normal day in the neighborhood.
"I have captain, I was a bit worse for worse for wear after last night and this lovely couple found me and took me in to make sure I was ok. Now that's an act of kindness I appreciate especially after everything that has apparently gone on in this fine city so I decided i'd stick around for abit and help them recover some if not all of their losses and see what I can do to help out around the town".
She smiles and sets the wood down in her hands down gently.
"Don't worry captain, I am not here to make trouble, what ever help you need of my just ask".
She too would dip her head in a respectful greeting to the captian, her body language calm and collected as it its just a normal day in the neighborhood.
"I have captain, I was a bit worse for worse for wear after last night and this lovely couple found me and took me in to make sure I was ok. Now that's an act of kindness I appreciate especially after everything that has apparently gone on in this fine city so I decided i'd stick around for abit and help them recover some if not all of their losses and see what I can do to help out around the town".
She smiles and sets the wood down in her hands down gently.
"Don't worry captain, I am not here to make trouble, what ever help you need of my just ask".
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-- Miranda --
Luizlurgh, Preularith.
Lovell's stoic sapphire gaze rested on Miranda for a full minute in narrowed scrutiny, his angular features and chiseled jaw; tight and unmoving. As the moment ticked to closure, his attention briefly trailed in the direction of the husband and wife duo. Lifting gloved fingers to the bridge of his nose, he pinched at the origins of his eyes and heaved a sigh.
"Have her gone by sundown." the Captain states quietly, his features softening faintly beneath the stony military visage. Retracting expressive fingers from his face and once more returning them to the hilt of the sheathed blade at hip-level, he addressed Miranda. "And for the love of all that is holy, if you value your life; stay away from the Manor."
Snapping off a neat salute to a pale forehead beneath golden curls, coupled with an accompanying click of plated heels, Lovell pivoted and strode away with all the rigid formality one would expect from a military man whom had put his life on the line in decidedly turning a blind eye to a crime. With the sun well past it's midday position in the cerulean sky above, it can be judged that dusk approaches in less than a handful of hours away.
Wordlessly the couple exchange a loaded glance between themselves, Jareth taking the smaller hand of Ann's in his callused paw with the query that followed. "What do you believe can be done, M'Lady?"
Luizlurgh, Preularith.
Lovell's stoic sapphire gaze rested on Miranda for a full minute in narrowed scrutiny, his angular features and chiseled jaw; tight and unmoving. As the moment ticked to closure, his attention briefly trailed in the direction of the husband and wife duo. Lifting gloved fingers to the bridge of his nose, he pinched at the origins of his eyes and heaved a sigh.
"Have her gone by sundown." the Captain states quietly, his features softening faintly beneath the stony military visage. Retracting expressive fingers from his face and once more returning them to the hilt of the sheathed blade at hip-level, he addressed Miranda. "And for the love of all that is holy, if you value your life; stay away from the Manor."
Snapping off a neat salute to a pale forehead beneath golden curls, coupled with an accompanying click of plated heels, Lovell pivoted and strode away with all the rigid formality one would expect from a military man whom had put his life on the line in decidedly turning a blind eye to a crime. With the sun well past it's midday position in the cerulean sky above, it can be judged that dusk approaches in less than a handful of hours away.
Wordlessly the couple exchange a loaded glance between themselves, Jareth taking the smaller hand of Ann's in his callused paw with the query that followed. "What do you believe can be done, M'Lady?"
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-Miranda-
She signs and studies the captain for a moment as he executes a tactical retreat, making a note to meet with him later and find out what vex's him so much even though shes pretty damn sure she knows the cause of his hatred.
She turns to the couple, a warm smile on her face as she looks from the ruins of the inn then to the couple.
"Lets go shopping!".
She signs and studies the captain for a moment as he executes a tactical retreat, making a note to meet with him later and find out what vex's him so much even though shes pretty damn sure she knows the cause of his hatred.
She turns to the couple, a warm smile on her face as she looks from the ruins of the inn then to the couple.
"Lets go shopping!".
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He nods and sees Krystelle off at that, pondering which library might be best. He had every intention of finding out more... at least at the time.
A few days pass.
The doctor, after a fashion, puts the book into one of his many bags of holding.
"Sorry kid, but you're better off on the Abyss anyhow," unadorning his holy symbol as he says this.
A pause. He stares at the reception desk in the clinic. Heavily sighing, he pulls the tome back out, moving upstairs and putting the tome on his desk, locking the door. He then hires a messenger to tell Krystelle where the book is, and that Odette has a key. He then departs the city entirely.
A few days pass.
The doctor, after a fashion, puts the book into one of his many bags of holding.
"Sorry kid, but you're better off on the Abyss anyhow," unadorning his holy symbol as he says this.
A pause. He stares at the reception desk in the clinic. Heavily sighing, he pulls the tome back out, moving upstairs and putting the tome on his desk, locking the door. He then hires a messenger to tell Krystelle where the book is, and that Odette has a key. He then departs the city entirely.