[A couple of days pass as this new living situation settles in between the castle's vampiric master and the displaced esper. Though Lien Kha is chatty and noisy there have been long stretches of silence as she works her way slowly through books and tomes that had been thrown about. She's under no illusion that she'll make a significant dent but for Alucard's sake, she wanted to start somewhere.]
Goddammit!!
[Easier said than done.
A chair clattering follows the shout from her established work table and the girl can be found, sitting on the floor, her eyes glowing as she runs her hand through her hair. Some blood is trickling from Lien's nostril as she glares at the tome in front of her that's giving her trouble (the subject being ancient rituals, the type that requires copious amounts of esoteric knowledge and unfortunately contained less than savory memories attached to it).]
Uggghhhh. [Obviously frustrated, Lien shakily stands up, the wires in her brain trying to sort themselves out with the new information it had taken in.]
Okay. Just a minor setback. It's cool.
[Or so she tries to tell herself while her nose is bleeding!]
[ Minor setbacks involving bloodใผ typical. To Lien's credit, she'd warned Alucard beforehand about ability-related nosebleeds, which means that he attributes the weak scent of copper in the air to her previous disclaimer; when he steps into the study, he's armed with a handkerchief and his distantly concerned placidity. ]
I was wondering when this might happen.
[ Long strides, long fingers, long breath. Alucard offers the starch-white square of fabric, and sifts his hair off his shoulder. ]
Which book did this to you?
[ He realizes that he hasn't told Lien to, uh, avoid the ones that are bound in human skin. That might've been self-evident, though. ]
[The glow in her eyes slowly fades away as she takes the offered handkerchief, and swipes it under her nose and over her mouth. The metallic tang lingers on her lower lip as she replies to him.]
"Convergence, Handbook of Dark Magic." [Lien points to an innocuous bookthat's half burnt but still reeks of magic energies.]
It sounded the most hilarious, but in retrospect, I've read funnier books.
[She'll have to find something else to focus on, lest the screams of the last owner from several decades before sing her to sleep. And one wonders why Lien shitposts through life.]
I sorted through the books that were more about mathematics and physical sciences but I was planning on doing those tomorrow.
But what if I want to become a wizard? A dark wizard at that?
[She's more than happy to let him take away the book, however. His remark about an early grave gives Lien pause as she wrinkles, wiggles her nose, and answers back.]
Well... I'm trying not to. If I had a stronger mental capacity there'd be less to worry about, but not by much. That's just the unfortunate fact about being a psychometer.
[Looking down at the dirtied cloth in her palm, she frowns.]
... Thanks for watching out for me though. I'm not trying to be totally stupid.
[I just wanna help out as long as I'm around... Is what she wants to say, but doesn't]
Um. How about this? Wanna gather stuff for dinner tonight?
Curiosity is a flattering trait on humans. Ambition, a bit less. Especially since the latter gets you killed more often than not.
[ Light, and knowing; his chastises border on distant, but affectionate. Something Lien will come to know about Alucard is that he says too much, but means the daggers to land bluntly, not sharply.
Caring, with the veneer of scolding. He would rather, so intensely, that people just decided to live and let live. ]
You'll grow into your powers. [ A peace offering, as he sets the book aside. ] Tell me more about them, while you follow me outside.
I've been in my fair share of near-death situations so I think I can gauge when I'm in over my head or not. But it always helps to have someone else spot me.
[That's the role Jonah and Ai Thao play for Lien. But they're not here so Alucard it is.]
And I'm banking on maturing into them more. [She wipes leftover blood off of her fingers and grabs her gloves, slipping them back on.]
You got the gist of it already don't you? I mean, the implications!
[Lien makes exaggerated quote gestures as she moves past Alucard, ready to go outside.]
Everything and everyone I touch is a story made of millions upon millions of layers. And it's not as straightforward as seeing a vision. I'm only so lucky if I get something that clear on a normal day.
[ Lien moves past him, and Alucard offers a hand for the kerchief. Her blood doesn't bother him; preconceptions about vampires would dictate that the scent of copper-iron would make them go feral, but Alucard is self-contained. Calm. He follows Lien out of the room, and steers them both towards the entrance-exit of the Belmont-ศepeศ estate, where they can slip outside and head for the forest and the river. ]
And you can't choose what you see when you touch anything?
[ What a crapshoot. The odds are ever against Lien's favor, if so: objects can belong to some wild-ass people, as Alucard has found out in his short 21 years of life on this godforsaken planet. ]
Oh, the things you must've seen.
[ Please do not touch anything that looks like it fits in orifices, Lien. Please. ]
I have my connections or methods to bring what I seek to the forefront, but otherwise?
[Listen... She has seen things, the girl has learned way too early that people can use anything.
Lien carefully folds the handkerchief so that the blood is only visible on the edges between layers before returning it to Alucard's outstretched hand.]
People's minds are like mud puddles; when all else fails, I'll have to jump in and hope I can wash it off later.
[When they get to the door, she pushes it open. The sun isn't that low in the sky yet so she enjoys the warm rays that hit their faces.]
Then again, unless you're some kind of weird pervert, it's not like people who find out about what I can do want me to file through their brain.
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Goddammit!!
[Easier said than done.
A chair clattering follows the shout from her established work table and the girl can be found, sitting on the floor, her eyes glowing as she runs her hand through her hair. Some blood is trickling from Lien's nostril as she glares at the tome in front of her that's giving her trouble (the subject being ancient rituals, the type that requires copious amounts of esoteric knowledge and unfortunately contained less than savory memories attached to it).]
Uggghhhh. [Obviously frustrated, Lien shakily stands up, the wires in her brain trying to sort themselves out with the new information it had taken in.]
Okay. Just a minor setback. It's cool.
[Or so she tries to tell herself while her nose is bleeding!]
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I was wondering when this might happen.
[ Long strides, long fingers, long breath. Alucard offers the starch-white square of fabric, and sifts his hair off his shoulder. ]
Which book did this to you?
[ He realizes that he hasn't told Lien to, uh, avoid the ones that are bound in human skin. That might've been self-evident, though. ]
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"Convergence, Handbook of Dark Magic." [Lien points to an innocuous bookthat's half burnt but still reeks of magic energies.]
It sounded the most hilarious, but in retrospect, I've read funnier books.
[She'll have to find something else to focus on, lest the screams of the last owner from several decades before sing her to sleep. And one wonders why Lien shitposts through life.]
I sorted through the books that were more about mathematics and physical sciences but I was planning on doing those tomorrow.
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Books on dark magic rarely have pleasant history behind them. Avoid them for now.
[ Gesturing towards the bloodied kerchief, to drive the point home. It's not like he wants to sound like a nag, but. ]
I'm trusting you to have sense enough not to work yourself into an early grave.
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[She's more than happy to let him take away the book, however. His remark about an early grave gives Lien pause as she wrinkles, wiggles her nose, and answers back.]
Well... I'm trying not to. If I had a stronger mental capacity there'd be less to worry about, but not by much. That's just the unfortunate fact about being a psychometer.
[Looking down at the dirtied cloth in her palm, she frowns.]
... Thanks for watching out for me though. I'm not trying to be totally stupid.
[I just wanna help out as long as I'm around... Is what she wants to say, but doesn't]
Um. How about this? Wanna gather stuff for dinner tonight?
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[ Light, and knowing; his chastises border on distant, but affectionate. Something Lien will come to know about Alucard is that he says too much, but means the daggers to land bluntly, not sharply.
Caring, with the veneer of scolding. He would rather, so intensely, that people just decided to live and let live. ]
You'll grow into your powers. [ A peace offering, as he sets the book aside. ] Tell me more about them, while you follow me outside.
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[That's the role Jonah and Ai Thao play for Lien. But they're not here so Alucard it is.]
And I'm banking on maturing into them more. [She wipes leftover blood off of her fingers and grabs her gloves, slipping them back on.]
You got the gist of it already don't you? I mean, the implications!
[Lien makes exaggerated quote gestures as she moves past Alucard, ready to go outside.]
Everything and everyone I touch is a story made of millions upon millions of layers. And it's not as straightforward as seeing a vision. I'm only so lucky if I get something that clear on a normal day.
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And you can't choose what you see when you touch anything?
[ What a crapshoot. The odds are ever against Lien's favor, if so: objects can belong to some wild-ass people, as Alucard has found out in his short 21 years of life on this godforsaken planet. ]
Oh, the things you must've seen.
[ Please do not touch anything that looks like it fits in orifices, Lien. Please. ]
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[Listen... She has seen things, the girl has learned way too early that people can use anything.
Lien carefully folds the handkerchief so that the blood is only visible on the edges between layers before returning it to Alucard's outstretched hand.]
People's minds are like mud puddles; when all else fails, I'll have to jump in and hope I can wash it off later.
[When they get to the door, she pushes it open. The sun isn't that low in the sky yet so she enjoys the warm rays that hit their faces.]
Then again, unless you're some kind of weird pervert, it's not like people who find out about what I can do want me to file through their brain.