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Post by Soprano on May 22, 2011 13:32:02 GMT -6
Yasuo wasn’t sure what to think about what was going on. He probably knew Dago a little bit better than Maddy did, but he was also pretty oblivious to anything strange going on. Yasuo thought Dago was only marginally less scary than Marian, but only because he couldn’t put his finger on exactly why. He glanced at Maddy when she challenged his ownership of the monocle.
Maddy was correct, it didn’t look like something Dago would own at all, Yasuo thought. He had a whole different style going on that didn’t even include eyewear. Yasuo shook his head lightly, now wasn’t the time to analyze Dago’s style.
Dago frowned a bit at Madeleine, “I don’t. It’s magical, much like anything else one would find around here. We just brought a lot of old magical artifacts in.”
Dago’s inflection sounded a bit different. He was getting used to this body, too, as it seemed. All in all, there wasn’t something quite right about him.
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Post by lillium on May 22, 2011 13:37:56 GMT -6
Madeleine nodded. Well, that made sense, then. . Still, though, Dago seemed kind of off. Madeleine didn't know him very well, but she knew there was always something off about him, so maybe that was normal? She looked over at Yasuo. Well, he was the one holding onto the monocle, not her, so it was his choice.
"Well, that makes sense," Madeleine said, still looking at Yasuo, not Dago. "Uh, right, Yasuo?" Well, if Yasuo was going to do something, then now was the time, so she might as well prompt him to do something.
Madeleine was kind of scared of Dago as well. He was just. . Weird. Kind of creepy. She felt like they should just hand him the monocle, if only to avoid trouble.
Hell. Madeleine didn't even know what kind of mage Dago was. For all she knew he could be second in power to Marian. That thought didn't bode well with her.
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Post by Soprano on May 22, 2011 14:15:27 GMT -6
The uneasiness of the situation didn’t escape Yasuo. He noted that Maddy looked a bit apprehensive as well. He couldn’t decide if that was because something weird was going on or because Maddy was intimidated by Dago as well. He peered back at Maddy with wide eyes, knowing she just put the responsibility on him. He wasn’t sure what to do, but if it really was Dago’s, he didn’t want to piss his mentor off, for fear of very bad consequences.
“Yeah, I think it does,” Yasuo said, obviously sounding unsure of himself.
He offered the piece of glass to Dago a bit gingerly and Dago took it, immediately putting it in his pocket, “Thank you,” he said simply and walked away, toward the stairs.
“That… that was weird,” Yasuo muttered, “Did I do the right thing?” he asked Maddy, unsure of himself.
He just hoped this didn’t cause problems later.
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Post by lillium on May 22, 2011 14:21:10 GMT -6
"I. . I hope so," Madeleine said, frowning. She had no idea whether or not Yasuo had done the right thing, but she really hoped that he had. Hopefully Dago wouldn't go and use it to destroy the Order or anything. . She felt her stomach drop at the thought of that. She didn't want the Order to be destroyed! This was her home now, as messed up as it was, and even if Selene was there.
Madeleine suddenly didn't feel like going coat shopping anymore, but maybe it was the only way to stay alive. She didn't even know. She suddenly felt exhausted. God dammit. She wanted to say something, anything to make her and Yasuo feel less worried about the situation at hand, but she couldn't think of anything to say.
She was speechless, and she hated it. All her and Yasuo could now now was wait until whatever happened happened.
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Post by Soprano on May 22, 2011 16:22:22 GMT -6
This copy of Dago only had a vague knowledge of his original. He stood at the banister to the second floor for a moment, trying to access what he could. This person was guilty of lust and… wasn’t human? Well, that was a lovely discovery, considering nearly everything would be copied on himself. He knew what he wanted to do, but accomplishing that before he got killed or banished was important. The best way to get ahold of the most power was to go after the leader, he realized. He wished he could glean more information, but he didn’t know how long he had before the original showed up.
He looked around. He spotted an important looking door and decided to investigate. He got the sense that he was the copy of someone who had been here awhile, so he couldn’t just ask about anything. He’d be found out for sure. He opened the door and stepped inside.
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Post by lillium on May 22, 2011 16:45:22 GMT -6
Marian looked up from his work when Dago walked into his office. Usually Dago knocked, so it was weird that he didn't this time. Oh well, whatever, Marian didn't really care either way. It was nice to see him again, although Marian was surprised that Dago was walking in there right now. Weren't his three years over? Marian had half-expected him to organize an orgy with all of Marian's students.
Oh well, at least that meant that they were hopefully practicing magic instead of experiencing another type of magic.
"Hey," Marian said, putting his things down and moving them to the side of his desk. He wondered what Dago had come in there for, then quickly realized what. Well, what Dago always wanted, obviously. Well, Marian wasn't opposed to that idea, not one bit.
Marian leaned back in his chair, noticing his back ached after a few hours of being stooped over his desk. Shit, maybe Dago'd throw in a back massage, too?
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Post by Soprano on May 22, 2011 17:14:34 GMT -6
This Dago copy wasn’t sure where his original was, but wherever he was, he was glad it was taking up a lot of his original’s time. He’d just hit the jackpot, it seemed and found out where the leader hung out. This was all too important looking to be anything but. Now he had to figure out how to disarm him and make this whole thing work to his advantage.
“Hey,” he replied, trying to keep the caution out of his voice.
The only roadblock he could foresee was the fact that his person seemed to know his original. He wasn’t aware of how well, but he’d have to tread lightly. The other two people seemed to know him as well, but that had gone over well enough from the few memories he’d managed to peek at. He wished the damn original had stuck around longer so he could have read more, but this man wasn’t part of those immediately. Just two dark-haired women and a lot of big crates full of things that were magical, which wasn’t helpful at all.
He did know one thing important about the original and that was he was guilty of lust. That just meant he’d have to play this damn tune by ear, see if this guy was receptive to it or maybe he and the original have already been there? He hadn’t realized that he’d been completely introspective and hadn’t moved a muscle away from the door.
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Post by lillium on May 22, 2011 17:28:01 GMT -6
Marian raised his eyebrows. Dago was just standing in front of his door, not really doing anything or saying much. Maybe he was sick? Could vampires even get sick? Marian doubted it, but he didn't really know. Demonology books hadn't ever said anything about it, but Marian doubted that many demon hunters kept around demons as pets.
. . Not that he was keeping Dago around as a pet, that sounded incredibly creepy and Lucifer-like.
"Are you okay?" Marian asked, standing up and walking towards Dago, his eyebrows knit together. Dago was just acting. . Weird. Unnatural. Marian hoped that his friend was alright, although it was still weird thinking of him as 'friend' instead of 'fuck buddy' or 'tool.'
It had been hard enough for Marian to actually admit that he was Dago's friend, after all. He deserved some slack! It wasn't like he was socially awkward or anything, just emotionally awkward.
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Post by Soprano on May 22, 2011 17:53:33 GMT -6
“Fine, just getting used to things,” the copy blurted out quickly.
He didn’t realize that would have been very possible for the original, had the copy been granted further access to his memories. He mentally smacked himself for forgetting how to act like a normal human. He had to think fast as the leader was approaching now. He went through the options in his head, based on the knowledge he had of this place. This was a place of mages, though apparently this appearance wasn’t one of them. That meant the copy was vulnerable to magic, possibly more so than the average human. He knew seals, so he just had to get a seal on the leader and then subdue him from there. If the original was guilty of lust, that would solve the getting close issue. He glanced across the desk on the other side of the room and was relieved to see pens.
He pulled his back off the door and tried to meet Marian halfway across the room. The closer they were to the desk, the better.
“What about you?” he asked, hoping to get a foothold from that.
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Post by lillium on May 22, 2011 18:05:55 GMT -6
"Fine," Marian answered, frowning at the copy. Magnus Maior Maximus Necto Bestia, he thought, reaching out with his will toward Dago. It'd work, he knew- After all, Dago was a demon- So he'd just tell it to return to his real form. If nothing happened and he stayed the same, then he knew it was really Dago. If something else happened, he could just blow it up. And then add more wards around the Library.
He kept an eye on Dago, trying to see his every move. He'd freeze up, of course- Demons tended to do that when Marian used the Necto Bestia on them. After that Marian could test to see if it was really Dago. He didn't consider the possibility that something else, something that wasn't a demon was in front of him. He'd never heard of shape shifters or anything else like that being real, so his mind didn't consider anything like them.
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