Watch out for the rabid paperbacks

[cardio_swindle]

[The library stretches on to infinity. Towards the front it appears mostly tame--there's the Librarian's desk, with a pile of banana peels but, oddly, no Librarian, and the books are shelved and organized neatly

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[bloodyscore]

[Either one is fine to bug this one~

But Allen really isn't digging the screams he can hear, they're not hurting his ears but he can hear them as if the woman was right next to him.

It should be safe up top on one of the bookcases, shouldn't it?]

This place likes haunting too much.

[bloodscore]

[gdit! No they won't! Jumping up into the rafters with another hiss.]

What I wouldn't give for a match.

[failingfelicity]

[Well, gosh darn it, they're going to keep trying. While Miranda glances back from jogging in the air.]

I wouldn't risk taking the time to stop, if I were you!

[bloodyscore]

[Glances at her and nods. Quickly following on the rafters, they're safer and don't have any potential hazards on them.]

[failingfelicity]

[...or so he thinks :D He'll feel things grasping at his legs once more, persistent and sticky.]

[bloodyscore]

[slkdhlwe No! Damnit. Cursing at them and speeding up to a vampire-level of speed. That breaks their hold and he is waiting for Miranda at the wall.]

[failingfelicity]

[She startles a bit at that, but the things seem to have let go.]

-vampire?

[bloodyscore]

Ah... [Sheepish nod as he stays well out of reach of the books.] Yes...

[BTW. What does Miranda smell like? :D]

[failingfelicity]

It's alright, I've known a few already. It's nothing to be ashamed of, I don't think.

[Old books, pears, alcohol and desert sand. More faintly, clock grease and blood. There's also the scent of more than her fair share of men and even a few women on her, though they're all fairly faint as well. He'll probably recognize Vampvi among them.]

[bloodyscore]

Would one of them be a Lavi? [Questioning in good-humor despite the circumstances.

He can very faintly smell his brother on her, but his nose isn't very strong yet because of his youth.]

[failingfelicity]

[She nods, rather nonchalantly punting one of the more ambitious books out of the way.]

That's right. I see him quite a bit, sometimes... You know him?

[bloodyscore]

[Another nod. He seems to be rather safe from where he is near the ceiling, but he doesn't let down his guard.]

My brother. [Because it's always interesting to hear the reactions and see how they differ from the facial.]

[failingfelicity]

Ah, really? [When her guard's down socially, Miranda's an open book. She looks and sounds nearly identical, which is to say- mildly bemused.] So you... Had the same- sire, is it?

[bloodyscore]

[Nodding, looking down at the snapping books.]

Exactly so. He's older by over fifty years, though.

[failingfelicity]

...he's that old?

[Man she had no idea. Also walking faster now, because the books are now organizing and attempting to climb up on one another as a means of getting to them.]

[bloodyscore]

[Smiles a little] Just in my time. I don't know how old he is in his own time.

[Can be taking some books to throw at them and knock them off?]