Post by Tiberius Spurius on Feb 13, 2009 18:32:47 GMT -5
After a vigorous regimen of pep talks from assorted, historical figures and getting the urge to once more wreck confusion on the countryside, Tiberius Spurius finally left his domacile in search of the remaining two books. Regretfully, he didn't know which ones he was looking for: just that there were two of them and that they still might be somewhere in the Firefox Library. With that said, that was Tiberius' destination but as the radient being materialized inside of the Library he noticed that something was out of place. There was something in the air that seemed very familiar to him, and it wasn't until he caught the scent of roses that he understood.
Someone had ventilated a love potion into the school.
Naturally there was a part of Tiberius that wasn't amused by this, because he had tried a similar experiment in days by gone but the only being to be affected was the lycan Fenris Fenrir, who proceeded to ravage Drakborough and brought upon himself the "legendary" hunt. Outside of that one instance, his concoction that he added into the Lake had't worked and it was upsetting because he had undergone great pains to get his ingredients: such as submitting to Kesterel's will. So of course the Nephilim was a little peeved, but he was also impressed that a wizard-made potion could be spread so easily. And besides, they say that imitation is the greatest form of flattery, so why should the blond giant be angry?
Since it was merely a wizard's potion, he wasn't completely a slave to its affects, but it did compound his cursed passion...so why not give in this time? Granted, these were pre-pubescent teens with a handful of mature adults, but did it really matter? And besides, he could always wipe their memories of their encounter afterwards, so it wasn't like they'd remember this or anything. Strolling through the Library, the green-eyed being searched to make sure that there weren't any hidden couples consumating their desires in the pastorical section before heading off into the "Restricted Section". Once there, the aisle grew dark for a few moments before light radiented from Tiberius again.
Now he was dressed in an attire that would make Frank Sinatra jealous, only his matching suit and fedora were satin black and his liberally unbuttoned undershirt was a crimson red. Since he was going to play their game he needed to fit the part. So he'd try and kill two birds with one stone: find the locations of the books and enthrall anyone that passed by to his side. And from there...well, Tiberius had lived for a very long time and the karma sutra was child's play compared to the pleasurable tricks that he knew.
Someone had ventilated a love potion into the school.
Naturally there was a part of Tiberius that wasn't amused by this, because he had tried a similar experiment in days by gone but the only being to be affected was the lycan Fenris Fenrir, who proceeded to ravage Drakborough and brought upon himself the "legendary" hunt. Outside of that one instance, his concoction that he added into the Lake had't worked and it was upsetting because he had undergone great pains to get his ingredients: such as submitting to Kesterel's will. So of course the Nephilim was a little peeved, but he was also impressed that a wizard-made potion could be spread so easily. And besides, they say that imitation is the greatest form of flattery, so why should the blond giant be angry?
Since it was merely a wizard's potion, he wasn't completely a slave to its affects, but it did compound his cursed passion...so why not give in this time? Granted, these were pre-pubescent teens with a handful of mature adults, but did it really matter? And besides, he could always wipe their memories of their encounter afterwards, so it wasn't like they'd remember this or anything. Strolling through the Library, the green-eyed being searched to make sure that there weren't any hidden couples consumating their desires in the pastorical section before heading off into the "Restricted Section". Once there, the aisle grew dark for a few moments before light radiented from Tiberius again.
Now he was dressed in an attire that would make Frank Sinatra jealous, only his matching suit and fedora were satin black and his liberally unbuttoned undershirt was a crimson red. Since he was going to play their game he needed to fit the part. So he'd try and kill two birds with one stone: find the locations of the books and enthrall anyone that passed by to his side. And from there...well, Tiberius had lived for a very long time and the karma sutra was child's play compared to the pleasurable tricks that he knew.