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"How curious! He had a book on him - good thing I spotted it!" Veronika grinned, thinking its only natural she takes all the credit for finding it. "Let me have a look..." She used her handkerchief to take the book out of Alexa's hands. Upon wiping it a little, it turned out that the book was a dim, dark violet colour, with an odd mark on the cover. "What is this? It looks like a vase with whirls, like a fireplace made in a round... elipse-ish shape!”
She contemplated over the cover, running her finger across the rough leather. "Ugh, it looks valuable, but... seriously even this thing caught on the stench from the body. I can't believe we didn't take it yesterday... that would have been sooo much better!" As she spoke, Veroni proceeded to open the book in a manner that allowed Alexa to see its inside as well. The first page was crowned with deep dark letter spelling 'Summon Familiar' in writing that indicated it to be the title of the book. Underneath someone scribbles with messy handwriting;

The mechanism is the same,
but you must open a different plane.


Signature was as messy as possible, obviously belonging to a scholar, too tired of writing all his days to even write his name properly.
"Well!" Veronika began, shutting the book. "I'd love to read it, but I need my morning cold-pressed mocha coffee to be able to think! Why don’t we find a cafe... or a restaurant or something and order some drinks and food? I mean, as ancient as this place looks, it must have a place where people eat and drink... somewhere." She was about to put the book away, before miraculously remembering that she wasn't alone (for once) and looked up to Alexa, offering the book to her. "Here, you can read if you want to, I need to preform my morning routine first."
Hahaha we're slowly turning into a mostly-female guild xD

Poor Orin.... being afraid of woman...
Indeed! I think about it this way - if they start out from a very grim background and with a number of flaws, they'll have more obstacles to overcome, meaning more struggles nad more interesting deveopment.

It doesn't give them the right to be angsty little crybabies all time, but hey... the wolrd of mages never was portrayed as a very lovely one! I kind of expect this RP to go like bipolar disorder. From upbeat and happy to depressed in weeks :D
Another little mage here ^^

"Ew. I can't belive you actually touched that with your HANDS." Verkonika grimaced in disgust. She noticed the mess on the back of his head with bits of skull scattered about and brain smuged all over. Curiously, she tilted her head while observing Alexa's struggle with the rope belt from safe distance where smell couldn't reach her... at least not enough to make her nauseous.
Veronika paid no attention to Alexa leaning against the wall, even tho it was obvious that getting her hands on that dagger nearly made her throw up. The noble quite selfishly refused to acknowledge that at all. What interested her more was the corpse.

Like a little kid, she picked up a stick and proceeded to poke the lifeless body with it, all from a moderate distance. "Do you think there are any other useful items on this guy?" She chirped. "Not that I would fancy handling him, but... YOU seem to be an expert in that!"

Just then, she remembered that there was a handkerchief in her purse. In fact, the young noble almost completly forgot about the posh purse she had on her. It was medium sized, made from once pure white leather that was now smuged with dirt - a fact that highly displeased the young lass. Veronika fiddled with it a little, digging atound to pull out a shoulder strap that allowed her to carry the purse over her shoulder instead of carrying it in her hands and an embroided handkerchief. She pressed the soft fabric of the handkerchief over her mouth and nose, trying to block out the stench. With the tip of her shoe, she felt around the body, trying to see if there's anything more worth finding.

"Aleeexa! Alexa!" She happily beamed. Just then she finally noticed how pale the other girl really appeared to be. "Alexa... are you ok? Come, check this out, there's something hard and sqare tucked inder his robes!"
"Mama... spat'..." Veronika lazily stretched, snuggling up to her warm- Wait a moment, this isn't bed. This. is not-
With a small yelp, the spoiled lass awoke, flinching away, only to hit the back of her head against the altar. "Aa- Ooowww" She groaned, grabbing the back of her head. Memories of where she was washed over her like a waterfall. The vortex, the corpse, the howling and the... peculiar position she has been in the entire night.

The later made her face flush a little, but she hid the blush by letting her long hair fall over her face and hide it like a curtain. "Not a word about this." She muttered, facing away from Alexa. Before waiting for a response, she looked around, keen to find something to distract herself with. In the morning light, the entire scenario could now be clearly seen. There were linen wraps, some flowers, some weird red and blue flasks and candle on the altar, along with bizarre black tools that looked similar the the ones commonly used ancients cultures to embalmer bodies. Veronika noticed this must have been the first time in her life that those lessons on ancient art and cultures came handy.

The black-robed body still lied as motionlessly as before. The elf was dead, there was no doubt about it, the extra stench coming from his way made the point even clearer. However, underneath that coat, Veronika could see something shimmer. It couldn't have been seen before, but now, in the daylight, a silver shine came into view. "Do you see that... under the body...?" She asked the brunette, stepping towards it.
"To hell with respect for the dead..." She murmured as she kicked the lifeless thing over quite violently. With a thud he rolled to his stomach, exposing the dagger, strapped to the back of his robes with a rope that was seemingly used as a belt. Grimacing from the horrid odour, she faced Alexa. "Do you think it's safe to touch this? Like... can I catch any disease or something?"
Okay! So stuying the tome that then self-destructs it is!

I had that feeling when you said you'd play a tomboy, but let's keep the details hanging in air for now. After all, we know how Skyrim is, even more so as an RP - you see a sword, you pick it up. I don't think they're in a position to ask questions there :D
But I know I'll orientate my lady towards alchemy, spells and archery, since it's the sort of thing someone with her mindset would go for anyway.

Oh goodie. You'll have a lot of trouble with Veronika, especially after the preliminary shock wears out and they become a little less dependent upon one another. So... that’s basically ‘when they survive the night’. I'm keeping her a bit tolerant for now, since if I think about it - though they are total strangers, the entire thing must seem surreal, shocking and frightening to them and we all know how differently we act when genuinely scared for life.
Wait for the day to come - it's so interesting to play this out, I think we chose great contrasting characters for the RP.

Speaking of day, are you up for a bit of a time skip? We can have it skip to some event in the middle of the night or just the morning. Maybe morning would be best, so they finally get a chance to explore a little and maybe get some basic footing in the world before the next big threat. x)
Cuddling her knees, Veronika felt the sharp cold crawl up to her mostly bare legs. Her frilly white dress and thin coat were very poor protection from the icy air that made her shiver viciously. But she remained unmoved, not showing any signs of distress on her face, only clenching her shoulders more and more. This reminded her of a memory, one of her earliest ones... She would cry to her mama about her shoes. Those heavy, rigid shoes, not fit for a toddler to wear. but mama told her she must, she told her to be a printcessa, a princess, to endure the pain and walk with her chin up and a smile on her lips. Same went for everything. Were her clothes too tight? Endure. Was her jewellery too heavy and uncomfortable? Endure. Was that position difficult to sit in? Endure.
So she did the same with the cold, blocking it out to the best of her abilities.

What Alexa did absolutely shocked her. Veronika didn't even have the time to react, to object or protest. Had the short-haired girl asked her about it, she would have probably stuck up her nose and say that the cold is nothing - moreover, she would probably tell her to mind her own business and not even as much as dare to touch her.

But the noble had to admit... it was warm like this, warmer than before. Maybe like this, this way... they could survive the night. Of course she wouldn't admit, not in a million years, that she liked the position she was in. Alexa was too far below her for that, not to mention a girl, but... For now she was going to let it be.
"Da... Tomorrow."
It was the last thing she remembered before falling sleep. Why she could was beyond her. Maybe it was the relief of not being entirely alone, maybe the shock from before.
Or maybe she just hoped so strongly that upon sleeping she will wake up in her home world.
It took Veronika a couple of moments to process what Alexa told her. Her subconscious mind was trying to talk to her. Or that's what she wanted to believe. It all felt too real, the cold altar under her hands, the howling wing, the landscape, the howling in the distance and the soft grip of Alexa's hands. It all seemed too real.

"O-okay... let's" She whispered. For now she kept the panic away. There was still a slim chance that she will soon awake back in her nice fluffy bed, among silky sheets and her grumpy Persian cat. But then again, she couldn't recall going to sleep, so... No! This was not the time for moments like this. The cold air bit her fragile frame and although it was a lot colder where she grew up, her attire was anything but suitable. What bothered her more were still the dreadful beasts.

She stood up silently, taking one of the candles in the middle of altar and placing it on its end before squeezing herself in the space between the altar and the wall. It was awfully narrow, but just enough for the two girls. She didn't like the thought of being so damn close to this total Stranger, but she made room for her, indicating that it's ok for Alexa to sit by. She averted her gaze, not making any eye contact combined with a small pout on her lips. Invasion of personal space was anything but pleasant, but freezing to death was even more so. Still, she had to make a point that snuggling this close with someone like Alexa was not something she wished for.

The night grew colder, Veronika could feel it. In an attempt to keep her body heat within, she pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her hands around them. She remained silent however, sulking a little due to the entire situation.
Weee~ Time to drop in another lad :D
((Whops, I have to go to classes, so forgive me, but I'll finish this CS when I return!))
Name: Lexus Conlopedia (Known as 'Lexicon')
Sex: Male...barely
Age: 23
Character Archetype: The clam, kind gentleman (School librarian)
Race/Subspecies: Human/Part-Owl
Appearance: *Looking... Damn for being picky... I might have to draw him ^^;;*
Personality: Very tolerant and patient with MOST students that visit the library. He's mostly moral, polite and rather good at giving advice. As good as his intentions may be, he knows more about books than people, is very indecisive and needs to study everything before making a decision. On top of that he's reserved, frequently stressed, and forgetful. (There's more but TBR)
Bio: In his student days, he would spend all of his free time in the school library... ((to be continued))
Relations: (will add!!)
Magic: Rune Script Magic that mainly uses to create barriers, preform rituals or cast ancient spells written in his tomes. He can also use very ligth levitation magic he uses primarily to arrange and re-arrange the books in the library and is so weak it turn out to be little to no use in offensive battles.
Assigned by me, to shake things up...
Familiar: ((Hit me with your best shot~ ))
Pact:
The rest can be PMed to me...unless you want them public/want to share them.
Hobbies: Reading (obviously), playing chess, tutoring students, writing poetry and decyphering ancient scripts
Favorite Colour: Violet
Favorite Food: Nuts, cookies and especialy nutty cookies
Favorite Drink: Coffe and wine
Favorite Animal: Owl
Other Likes: Silence, manners, mental challenges, intellectuals
Dislikes: The main, noise, destruction, arrogance, dust, dirt, impolite and uneducated individuals (aka. the main), physical fighting
Fears: Fire, higher officials, not knowing/not being able to find an answer to something
Where they are often found in the academy: In the library the entire day.
Where they are often found, in the nearby town: Occasionally seen at the bookstore, but mostly in the park, wandering streets or the travern at night.
Secrets:
Plot Twists to be Implemented Later on:
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