Post by Professor Roeswood on Jul 20, 2007 12:45:15 GMT -5
Although it had been a while since her encounter with Orifiel (or, to her knowledge, her nap in an abandonned dungeon classroom), Marina still had not shaken the seemingly inpenetrable sadness that had been instilled upon her mind. It was a great nuisance indeed, for she found herself often on the brink of tears simply by allowing her mind to wander, which became exceedingly embarrassing in public. Indeed, rumors had begun to spread among the gossipping sort of every possibility imaginable, including that her parents had died. Although she did not mourn her parents, that one in particular, whenever she heard it she was filled with an incredible melancholy at the idea that her fellow students had never cared so much about her to even find out that she was an orphan.
The library had once been a place of solace for the teenager, but now it was yet another dread realm filled with painful memories. It was hard to imagine, walking through the threshold of the door, that she had once battled a horde of animated corpses here. Nina fancied that she could still catch the faintest hint of the seemingly impossible to remove odor on the air. This thought too served to pain her. Her heroism had gone entirely unnoticed, and although she had risked life and limb to save her school, nobody even knew what she had done.
For a while, she tried to occupy her mind with simply perusing the library shelves, but so many of these tomes were familiar as it were, and those remaining weren't because they had never piqued her interest in the first place. Then, among the back recesses of the shelves, her eye caught on a glint of metal, reminding her of a place she had never dared to venture before, even though she knew she could: the restricted section.
Once before she had approached this gate, out of curiosity, not out of the desire to enter. The transformation of the chain had startled her to such an extent that she had fled the library entirely, only later to learn of its purpose. Nina approached it now with an air of calm, not flinching when the chain transformed itself into a seemingly sentient snake.
"Who dares to enter the restricted section?" the snake hissed, regarding the Head Girl carefully.
"Marina Roeswood, Head Girl," she replied smoothly, and the snake, recognizing her, fell back limply against the gate, rattling softly. Nina pushed the gate aside and entered without further ado.
This section had a certain air of both interest, power, and a certain sense of foreboding. Some of these books were of the sort that not even Marina dare touch, as much as she hungered to have the power to be recognized as anything other than just the Head Girl. The mildewed covers, some which even seemed to have been splatted with gore during the war with the Shadows (which Marina knew to have been an impossibility as they had not fought in here), just seemed to reek of a negative aura that she dare not involve herself with.
Others, however, were very interesting indeed. They weren't restricted for their possession of evil magic; they were restricted because if they fell into the hands of a student, the attempt the use them could result in grievous harm to him or her. Nina plucked a book off the shelf here and there, one time even stopping to scrawl a potion on a piece of parchment in her pocket, but she moved on quickly enough each time.
However, as she brushed her fingertips over the spines of volume after volume, one seemed to stop her in her tracks. Her eye and her senses both caught something about it at once: it glowed, and it had a very strong aura of power. She pulled it from the shelf, running her fingers over the glowing binding and the symbol emblazoned on the front: pisces. Her green eyes were rivited to the powerful book, and without really consciously commanding them to do it, her hands gingerly pulled apart the covers as her eyes tried to spy the book's content.
The library had once been a place of solace for the teenager, but now it was yet another dread realm filled with painful memories. It was hard to imagine, walking through the threshold of the door, that she had once battled a horde of animated corpses here. Nina fancied that she could still catch the faintest hint of the seemingly impossible to remove odor on the air. This thought too served to pain her. Her heroism had gone entirely unnoticed, and although she had risked life and limb to save her school, nobody even knew what she had done.
For a while, she tried to occupy her mind with simply perusing the library shelves, but so many of these tomes were familiar as it were, and those remaining weren't because they had never piqued her interest in the first place. Then, among the back recesses of the shelves, her eye caught on a glint of metal, reminding her of a place she had never dared to venture before, even though she knew she could: the restricted section.
Once before she had approached this gate, out of curiosity, not out of the desire to enter. The transformation of the chain had startled her to such an extent that she had fled the library entirely, only later to learn of its purpose. Nina approached it now with an air of calm, not flinching when the chain transformed itself into a seemingly sentient snake.
"Who dares to enter the restricted section?" the snake hissed, regarding the Head Girl carefully.
"Marina Roeswood, Head Girl," she replied smoothly, and the snake, recognizing her, fell back limply against the gate, rattling softly. Nina pushed the gate aside and entered without further ado.
This section had a certain air of both interest, power, and a certain sense of foreboding. Some of these books were of the sort that not even Marina dare touch, as much as she hungered to have the power to be recognized as anything other than just the Head Girl. The mildewed covers, some which even seemed to have been splatted with gore during the war with the Shadows (which Marina knew to have been an impossibility as they had not fought in here), just seemed to reek of a negative aura that she dare not involve herself with.
Others, however, were very interesting indeed. They weren't restricted for their possession of evil magic; they were restricted because if they fell into the hands of a student, the attempt the use them could result in grievous harm to him or her. Nina plucked a book off the shelf here and there, one time even stopping to scrawl a potion on a piece of parchment in her pocket, but she moved on quickly enough each time.
However, as she brushed her fingertips over the spines of volume after volume, one seemed to stop her in her tracks. Her eye and her senses both caught something about it at once: it glowed, and it had a very strong aura of power. She pulled it from the shelf, running her fingers over the glowing binding and the symbol emblazoned on the front: pisces. Her green eyes were rivited to the powerful book, and without really consciously commanding them to do it, her hands gingerly pulled apart the covers as her eyes tried to spy the book's content.