Post by Maverick on Oct 26, 2022 20:04:27 GMT
"That's quite the story, my Pale friend." Said Charles.
Septimus remembered when he lived here. A comparative blip in the spans of his life. But one with its slowed moments. Chicago had become a place of some memories fond. And some not. During his time here, he lived under an old, retired curator by the name of Charles. Someone who simply happened to live here. With the vampire's age came a knowledge of things lost. While Charles simply had a dream of discovering ancient history and sharing it with the world. Something which had caused him to cross paths with vampiric individuals who wanted otherwise. Thus, it was that the two knew each other in the past.
Septimus stood as Charles was seated by the fireplace, sipping tea. The two were in the man's rather expansive personal library. Filled to the brim with books ranging from textbooks to old encyclopedias through which no search function existed -- but numerous things could be discovered simply by flipping through the pages.
In Charle's lap, was a notebook. One taken from the scene of one museum.
"Oh I do apologize. You know you don't have to stand. Just move the chair away from the fireplace, why don't you?" The man motioned to the seat. And with that, the vampire walked over to the spare, cushy chair and picked it up with his clenched hands. Then he placed a good distance away across from the table. Charles raised the notebook, and he began to speak. "You know this isn't like you." He says, waving the book a little. "This can be quite the peace of evidence. It could have alluded a great deal to the witch's motives. Yet you removed it from where the authorities could not find it. And this seems to be quite the large-scale affair. One that authorities can look in on. Are you sure about this?"
The vampire sat calmly in his seat. And closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath. And he spoke bluntly. "No. I am not. I may have my biases yet. But this is a matter I would like to approach differently. But while I seek not to involve the authorities too much, it is not something I can do alone. But do tell me what you think." The Hunter had worked with many factions. While seemingly the loner, the vampire saw a value in humanity's numbers. And at one point he had hoped Assurance could prove a useful entity to for humanity. And yet how oh so wrong he seemed to have been.
"I think it's a nice change of pace." Charles said, to which the vampire his brow.
"For this museum, there will be a new curator. I was hoping you could help me sway him and put these corrections in. Either through speaking to him or perhaps-"
"Or..." Charles said, cutting him off. "You could have me come out of retirement."
"That would entail a degree of danger. I won't force such a thing on you again."
Charle's grey mustache curled up with his lips as he gave the stone-faced creature a wide smile. "And leave my big empty house in the windy city. For millennium? To solve a problem and potentially save lives not through force but through my own intellect. Why, I could hardly conceive it." He chuckled. "I'm getting old. And I'm afraid I'm not much of the retirement home type."
Silence.
"Very well. If that is the case, I can procure you a home in Finwood, if you'd like. And I can brief you should you encounter her." Septimus had come to know the bright and shiny city of superheroes quite well. He found himself there more and more these days. "That sounds nice. Say, can ask something more of you, Septimus?"
"...Anything Charles."
Charles then motions outward. And to the library. "Would you be interested in taking these books off my hands. I'm afraid my kids aren't so interested in them these days. What with their tablets and such. So, I was wondering if you might have a taste for hard copies."
He took a brief glance around. As if to gain some rough assessment of how many books he had. The room stretched up into the second floor. But was fairly compact in and of itself. "Sure. I know the perfect place for them."
"Thank you, Septimus."
"...Charles."
"Hm?"
"Would you like to play a game of chess?"
The man stared at him in disbelief for a moment -- before offering the the vampire his answers with a smile. "That sounds lovely." With that -- Septimus' memory makes itself known. As he gets up and walks over to a cabinet, pulling the game. And setting all the pieces in but the blink of an eye.
Septimus remembered when he lived here. A comparative blip in the spans of his life. But one with its slowed moments. Chicago had become a place of some memories fond. And some not. During his time here, he lived under an old, retired curator by the name of Charles. Someone who simply happened to live here. With the vampire's age came a knowledge of things lost. While Charles simply had a dream of discovering ancient history and sharing it with the world. Something which had caused him to cross paths with vampiric individuals who wanted otherwise. Thus, it was that the two knew each other in the past.
Septimus stood as Charles was seated by the fireplace, sipping tea. The two were in the man's rather expansive personal library. Filled to the brim with books ranging from textbooks to old encyclopedias through which no search function existed -- but numerous things could be discovered simply by flipping through the pages.
In Charle's lap, was a notebook. One taken from the scene of one museum.
"Oh I do apologize. You know you don't have to stand. Just move the chair away from the fireplace, why don't you?" The man motioned to the seat. And with that, the vampire walked over to the spare, cushy chair and picked it up with his clenched hands. Then he placed a good distance away across from the table. Charles raised the notebook, and he began to speak. "You know this isn't like you." He says, waving the book a little. "This can be quite the peace of evidence. It could have alluded a great deal to the witch's motives. Yet you removed it from where the authorities could not find it. And this seems to be quite the large-scale affair. One that authorities can look in on. Are you sure about this?"
The vampire sat calmly in his seat. And closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath. And he spoke bluntly. "No. I am not. I may have my biases yet. But this is a matter I would like to approach differently. But while I seek not to involve the authorities too much, it is not something I can do alone. But do tell me what you think." The Hunter had worked with many factions. While seemingly the loner, the vampire saw a value in humanity's numbers. And at one point he had hoped Assurance could prove a useful entity to for humanity. And yet how oh so wrong he seemed to have been.
"I think it's a nice change of pace." Charles said, to which the vampire his brow.
"For this museum, there will be a new curator. I was hoping you could help me sway him and put these corrections in. Either through speaking to him or perhaps-"
"Or..." Charles said, cutting him off. "You could have me come out of retirement."
"That would entail a degree of danger. I won't force such a thing on you again."
Charle's grey mustache curled up with his lips as he gave the stone-faced creature a wide smile. "And leave my big empty house in the windy city. For millennium? To solve a problem and potentially save lives not through force but through my own intellect. Why, I could hardly conceive it." He chuckled. "I'm getting old. And I'm afraid I'm not much of the retirement home type."
Silence.
"Very well. If that is the case, I can procure you a home in Finwood, if you'd like. And I can brief you should you encounter her." Septimus had come to know the bright and shiny city of superheroes quite well. He found himself there more and more these days. "That sounds nice. Say, can ask something more of you, Septimus?"
"...Anything Charles."
Charles then motions outward. And to the library. "Would you be interested in taking these books off my hands. I'm afraid my kids aren't so interested in them these days. What with their tablets and such. So, I was wondering if you might have a taste for hard copies."
He took a brief glance around. As if to gain some rough assessment of how many books he had. The room stretched up into the second floor. But was fairly compact in and of itself. "Sure. I know the perfect place for them."
"Thank you, Septimus."
"...Charles."
"Hm?"
"Would you like to play a game of chess?"
The man stared at him in disbelief for a moment -- before offering the the vampire his answers with a smile. "That sounds lovely." With that -- Septimus' memory makes itself known. As he gets up and walks over to a cabinet, pulling the game. And setting all the pieces in but the blink of an eye.