Scene #406: Inga's Trip to the Library Featuring Undead Talk

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Faruja	Forewarned is forearmed, and Faruja Senra fully intends to go into his latest operations armed to the teeth. The short nezumi is all but obscured by a massive pile of books on everything from spirits, the undead, to extremely thick tomes on white magic and other methods of exorcism, and general healing. The Burmecian's eyes are a bit red, owing from just how late he's been up! Luckily, the scent of tea fills the air, a pair of habit-wearing nuns attending to the Inquisitor's tea. Just ignore the snake-tails and flicking tongues. There's nothing out of the ordinary here. The larger one squints at her superior. "Faruja. You should sleep." She says bluntly. Faruja huffs. "'Tis for the wounded and slain." "And those who are about to face-plant into their books."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga's staff taps against the floor as she moves along, looking at her surroundings with wide eyes. While she'd been told about libraries, seeing one with her own eyes is rather impressive. "All this velum...it must be worth a fortune! And the leather--is that what these 'books' are bound in?" she asks. Inga is dressed in her best overdress, cleaned now, the green wool of obvious good quality, pinned at her shoulders with her silver brooches. Her hair is clean and shining, braided down her back with silver ribbons (Eleanor's girls had had some fun with her hair). "Are so many books truly needed? Does no one remember anything anymore?" she grumbles.
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa had also come to the libray here in Lazlo which clealry was Toronto she saw the ruins of several TTC street cars on her way to the libary she's also not alone either as she makes he way in looking about as she goes. "Inga this way, this is the place I was speaking of." She looks to inga for a moment "By the time which you been dropped into my friend? Humanity has learned more than it is possible for one person to learn in an entire life time."
Staren	The City of Lazlo! ...has two Universities, which cover education from the equivalent of 11th grade through grad school. The University of Magic has undergraduate programs for the main schools of magical thought of North America and graduate studies into more esoteric forms, while the University of Learning is divided into colleges of arts, sciences, medicine, and engineering. (Techno-Wizardry is a joint program between the two.) Both have extensive (especially for post-apocalyptic Earth) libraries. There's some crossover in the libraries -- /Everyone/ should have a basic understanding of magic even if they don't cast spells, and even spellcasters are expected to study other things too. The libraries' actual contents are a mishmash -- there are sections with preserved pre-apocalypse books (probably restored and preserved by magic) and handwritten volumes, of course, and there are also many more recently printed, including transcribed copies of older books. The city is full of not only humans but aliens of all sorts. Noone seems to think the outsiders are weird enough for a second glance. Staren walks among the stacks, looking for obscure magical research. Wondering if comparative studies of the many schools of magic on his /own/ world might hold some key to understanding how it works across the multiverse. As he passes by a rat and some nuns though, he pauses. "...Faruja?" He looks over. "What brings you here?"
Faruja	Two familiar voices, and one unfamiliar one graces Faruja's ears. Slowly, the rat looks up, stopping to rub his eye as he summons up a bit of manners. The trio get a warm, if exhausted, smile. "May the good Lord smile upon thee all! Hail, Ser Staren, Lady Yamakawa, and thine newfound compatriot!" Exhausted or not, the Church is good at turning out diplomats. A knuckle taps upon a pile of books, the Burmecian gently pushing aside an obscuring stack to reveal the rodent in all his fuzzy, bandaged glory. The two lamia-nuns bow as one. The younger of the pair then offers a little wave. To Staren, the Burmecian continues. "A touch of research! Particularly into the curse infesting Lordran. While last night's..." The rat's eye turns to Inga. He glances over her critically. Best to be cautious. "Festivities were quite enlightening, if the Multiverse hath taught me aught else, 'tis always another way. Nay insult to our dear Lord-touched companion, however, one aught possess contingencies, hmm?" Another smile! Subject change. Tail-flick. "Ahh, but where art mine manners? Inquisitor Faruja Senra of the Most Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados, Diplomat to the Union, Temple Wizard, et cetera, et cetera. Come, what hath drawn ye three here? And might I know the good Lady's name?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga scoffs slightly. "I do not know, we are capable of much..." she says, though looking around, she's not so sure. She has a great deal of knowledge jammed into her head, but this is... a lot. She finds herself quite conflicted--so much to be learned! But in her time, the only people she knew who read and wrote things like this were /Christians/. In short, yuck. It would seem they were not alone--very not alone, but Inga has been trying not to stare at all the odd peoples--no, there is Staren, and a friend of his? As they are greeted, Inga is blinking as she takes in Faruja. Well, she's seen a lizard person, why not a rat person? Interesting. She begins to smile and greet him respectfully as an obvious half-spirit being at least, until he greets them first. She hesitates then, unable to disguise her distaste for a moment. She has no idea who this Saint Ajora is however. Perhaps she is mistaken? Inga straightens a bit, the expression passing. "Inga Freyjasdottir, wise woman," she introduces herself. "I heard you speak of a problem with a curse?"
Staren	Staren's eyebrows raise a bit. "The curse on Lordran? Hmmm... Necromancy is seen as icky and evil and all that, but there are probably some factual books on undead..." he tries to think of where those would be, and then spies Kotone and Inga. "Kotone? Inga? What are you guys doing here?" Faruja greets! Staren tries to cut off a problem: "He's not a Christian. He's from a whole other world, they have a different god there." Staren then relaxes slightly and scratches the back of his head, ears splaying a bit. "Yeahhhh, Kingsmouth's not the only place with an undead problem, although Lordran's is a bit more... unusual." Beat. "People die and come back. Not as monsters, not right away... but each time they die, they lose more of their sanity until they /do/ become mindless monsters... unless they steal some sanity from someone else."
Faruja	Staren gets a look from Faruja, and the rat sighs. Damnit, Staren, stop being so endearingly heretical! "The day I shall stoop so low as to use /necromancy/ is the day I shall arrange mine own hanging." States the rat pointedly. Two lamia peek at him, and he manages to de-ruffle his feathers. "Exorcisms, even...old folk remedies. 'Tis trying, however, I am quite desperate, I must admit. Mine research hath gone poorly. It seems our newfound sage may well hold the true answer indeed. Still. Faith, helps those whom help themselves, et cetera." No, Faruja doesn't miss that look. His single eye squints. His muzzle opens to question, and Staren answers. A glance between the pair. Deep breath. He seems content to leave it at that, for now. 'Wise woman' seems to have the rat's brow twitchin in barely contained religious indignation. Clearly these two are ticking time bombs when near one another. "Ser Staren speaks truly, Lady Inga." Faruja isn't even going to try that last name. As good as he is with words, he's not goin to insult her by mangling it. "Ye hath some knowledge of such things?" HIs tone is nothing but curious. Right now, he'll take what he can get.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga smiles to Staren. Despite their arguement, she seems well at ease with him. She has spoken her mind, they're over it as far as she is concerned. "Staren, how good to see you," she says. "Kotone has offered to show me around the...ah...multiverse some," she explains with a nod, leaning on her wooden staff, carved from bottom to stop with norse runes. As the curse is explained, Inga frowns. "Tell me more, perhaps I could help. Have the people been performing the correct rituals to prevent the dead from rising? Stealing sanity...interesting." "Ah, not a Christian," she says then, smiling with apparent relief. "That is good to hear indeed," she says. He appears to still be cautious of her, but she'll continue. "I am dealing with a similar circumstance, as Staren says. Except there are more fishmen..." she says, frowning gently. "I have knowledge yes. I have been employing my knowledge in Kingsmouth on the undead there."
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa is suprised to see some people she knows here. "Hello Faruja correct? Your drowning in titles it seems." She looks back to Inga. "We are, science, art, relgion, all sorts of things really and Kotone Yamakawa by the way." Nope no titles here She does pause to pick up a stack and she does somehing strang she tugs on the back of her neck a cable seem to comes out of it and she plugs it into the reader. "The curse odf Lordan? Wait I saw a job posting about that I think. Strange I heard of a necromancer order that uses their powers to help quiet the dead than what you'd think of in the movies." "I have been poking about that mess as have some of my assoiates." Thopse there a flinch about the Christna thing, ya best to bring relgious issues about about Inga better that way, right?
Staren	Staren rolls his eyes. "I don't expect you to /use/ necromancy, but where do you expect to find information on undead curses, the fluffybunnymancy section?" He smiles to Inga. "Good to see you getting around some. I thought it was kind of a shame you had to spend all your time cooped up at the fire station. There's so much more to see!" He scratches his head. "Ah... Lordran has some unusual physical laws. Soul and humanity are physical things which can be taken. Supposedly, there is some sacred flame a chosen one will renew by taking over for the old god who's tired and old or something."
Faruja	A brow rises. Faruja looks to Inga, upon Staren's comments. "While mine Order members likely disagree, methinks too much time cloistered is a detriment to any soul." Offers the rat. Faruja tries to ignore the whole 'soul stealing' aspect of Lordran. It still makes him sick to think of. One might notice him growing slightly green. Squint! A look to Kotone. "Hmph. Power is quite corruptive." Is all he says upon 'good' uses of necromancy. "Every ritual I myself hath attempted hath met with utter failure. And judging from the ruins? We art not the first to make the attempt." Replies the rat sadly to Inga. Faruja crosses himself. "Any knowledge ye might possess wouldst be most useful." Faruja reaches into his robes, and pulls out a card. "Ye hath a radio? Mine number, if ye ever hath insight." Rat contact get! It's about here that the rat starts to turn back to his book. Exhaustion hits him like a wave, and there's a sleeping rodent atop a pile of books. Squeak-chuu-squeak-chuu. Nezumi can snore adorably. The two snake nuns awkwardly bow to the trio.
Staren	More misunderstandings! 'Souls' in Lordran are simply an animating force, not the spirits or minds of people, as Staren understands it. And Staren's not saying to /use/ Necromancy, but know thy enemy and all that. "Well... nothing to do but keep trying, and try to win the tournament or get through Sen's fortress..." Staren starts, but then realizes Faruja's fallen asleep and oh gosh that is adorable. He nods to the nuns, then walks around the desk to approach Inga and Kotone. "I saw the job posting too. So, Inga, what do you think of the Multiverse?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga listens to Staren, then nods. This is much easier for her to accept than 'technology' magic. "Ah, I see...I know a story about the soul of a people...well, I can tell it another time," she says, waving a hand. Inga reaches toward a chair with her staff, pulling it over to sit down. Inga looks back to Faruja, frowning. "You are a priest of your god then? Hmm, I can certainly try a few things that have been effective for me in the past," she says, taking the card. She looks at it, blankly. "...I do not recognize these symbols. Kotone, would you mind?" she asks, handing her the card and her radio. She just knows how to press the 'talk' button, more or less. Back to Staren. "What is this tournament I keep hearing about? Displays of martial prowess? I used to enjoy watching such games on festival days," she says with a smile.
Kotone Yamakawa	IT hits ktone having a jack out and sight might not be good for Inga's sanity so she does her best to hide it, she takes the unit from Inga and goes to program it in with a grin. "Sure thing." She takes a moment for making sure eveyrhting is plugged in she also plugs in her own number as well. "I also added my own number and yes, it's a yearly tournment held on one world that has a division for outsiders and natives who both wish to go at it. I done a lot of commentating for the fights actually. I think you'd enjoy it, I can put the channels for the matchs on your raido if you like."
Staren	Staren looks at Faruja. "...I think his actual position is 'temple knight' or something. A spellcaster in service of his church who goes around helping people, and fighting enemies of his church, I think." Staren motions for them to maybe move further away from the sleeping rat as they talk. "The tournament you keep hearing about is the World Martial Arts Tournament. The final round will be in a few weeks, I think -- I was eliminated at the end of Round 3, and most of my friends soon after, so I haven't really been following it. Despite the name, it's more of a Multiverse General Combat Tournament... /I/ certainly preferred to use heavy weapons rather than fists, many people use magic... anything goes as long as you don't kill your opponent. Given the resilience of Elites, that can include quite a lot." Staren stops once they're further away and turns to Inga. "The tournament I just mentioned is one local to Lordran, though. While the Chosen One must enter Sen's Fortress and get through it to be allowed to enter heaven and take over for the old Lord Gwyn, others can enter that world's heaven by winning a fighting tournament. This is a daunting challenge because... They have a technique there that allows you to create a sort of spirit body that can die without you dying. However, you'll feel it, every time." He frowns a bit. "So, it's said that anyone entering the tournament should expect to experience death many times on the way to the top. That deters most from entering."