Lyra sat and poured over the book she was reading. She was sitting at a desk in the corner of the library alone but for all the world. How long she had been there she didn't know. She didn't feel much anymore, not tired, not hungry, not sad. Just alone. Lyra didn't mind, no-one talked to her much anymore. Just the book. She had no problem picking out the words on the page before her, even in the half-dark. The candle on the table next to her had long since extinguished, the wax pooled solid on the table around its base. She continued to read the passage before her, pausing only to stop and think upon it.

Hope, the quintessential human delusion. It can be your greatest strength or your deepest weakness. Humans, so fragile. she thought.

she heard footsteps and smelt a faint musty smell in the air as the Librarian came to check on her. He was an old man, nearly seventy and he had seen much in his lifetime. But nothing like this young girl. He had watched her for over a month now, each day coming in at the first light of dawn and leaving at the last light of dusk. A different book every day, finished each day. She always sat alone but today he had decided to talk to her.

"Little girl" he said, "why do you come here? Why not go out and enjoy the day like all the other younglings?"

"Why?" she said, "why is a good question. Like how. Or when. They are good questions too. But look." She motioned for him to come closer, her finger pressed against a particular spot on the page. The old man bent down to look closely at what she was pointing at.

"Death" he said, reading the word she had pointed to. "What do--"

But he never got to finish the sentence. Lyra had the book closed shut against the fragile old mans neck, the force with which she had closed the book had snapped his spine.

"Death. Yes. Now you know what it's like." she opened the book again and the old mans corpse fell in a heap on the floor. She stared at it for a moment.

"When I become more powerful" she said to the corpse, "I can make death do what I want. I gave you death. I can give it but I want to control it." she smiled a sweet, innocent smile.

"Help!" she shouted, "Help! This man needs help."

Maybe if I kill more people I can control Death she thought.

This would be her second attempt to understand the mysteries that filled this world and the next. This would probably also be her second failure. Vex squinted at the small text. It seemed to be escaping her, with every glance the script seemed to be trying to crawl off the page and it took all her willpower and concentration just to keep staring at it. She was making better progress than her last try, she was on page three instead of page two and it had only taken her... fourty-minutes? An hour? Maybe even less, the sun was never the best indicator and Vex wasn't all too sure if her estimation was correct.

And then it happened. Again. She slammed the book shut irritably.

"Can you bloody fools stop dying already? Some of us are trying to read."

She got up, her concentration was shot to nothing- it wasn't like she'd be able to make any progress this day. She knew herself, the fact that she had been sitting still (well, relatively still, the beer helped) was a miracle in of itself... a miracle the bloody dying geezers (it was probably a geezer, there was that old man death smell) had to ruin! She ground her teeth. If it was yet another bloody librarian biting the dust she was going to have to contact the management. It might be a bloody contact but in the very least she wouldn't have to put up with librarians croaking left and right at odd hours of the day.

There came a plea for help. There was always a bloody plea for help. Vex was starting to get suspicious- so much coincidence... it would make her feel better, but not by much. Even if they did deserve to die, killing them while *she* was trying to do something? That wasn't her idea of a good time.

Tramping off, the disguised she-devil (it was as an elf this time- elves seemed to garner more respect) went looking for this new dead body.

Jaina, has been in the library the last couple of hours, trying to find a book that suited her needs. She was here, because a man named Lynon told her, that a book that may contained a solution was here. Though the chance of such book existing was so very small, Jaina decided to try her luck with this undertaking. But unfortunately, her luck was apparently of no use here, or maybe the fault was in the statuette that was helping her. It was a small statuette, carved from stone, in the shape of an angel. Jaina, has found it not long ago, in the temple of life, in which she took shelter for few days. The statue possessed the ability to infuse, Jaina with some, sort of divine power, which made a wings appear and she, was able to fly. But now she used her to help, her find the book, she so desperately sought, and her blindness didn't helped much. But if, Jaina could not animate objects, this task would have been almost impossible to complete.

Almost all of the time the statuette found only poetry book's. Though they were written very good, Jaina didn't care much for poetry now. But her 'research' was crudely interrupted by a scream for help. Though it didn't sound sincere, Jaina could not held herself but to respond to it. She forgot to take the statue from the book shelf, but no one would dare to steal alive statue, would they?

As she made her way toward the commotion, she pushed aside few books, and they fell on the ground, opening at random pages. On the way, she tripped few times, and almost fell on the ground but thanks to some citizen, she didn't fell. When she reached the source of the cry, few people were already there whispering to each other.

Jaina, could not understand nothing from the whispers, she read the thoughts of few, and they were filled with horror and sorrow. A old man was dead, he was either dead or died from natural death. Although the thoughts, of the others were leaning toward a natural death, Jaina knew from bitter, experience that if it was natural death, his thoughts would echo within her head.

Without telling anything she snapped her fingers and said "Sa kyr'am Nau tracyn kad!" thus summoning a water elemental. Then without telling it what to do, he headed toward the door and guarded her. When it was done, Jaina spoke out loud"No one will exit or enter, until the circumstances about this death is resoled." And she was planing to enforce this even with force, because if the killer escaped he or she would kill again.

"Now, tell me who screamed for help?" Whoever was screaming would provably be the killer. But then she caught a pare of more sinister thoughts, about death and controlling it. And could almost instantly expose the killer, but she would wait to see how would se react.

Lyra watched as a small crowd gathered around the spot where the old man lay. Among the members of the crowd Lyra could see a beautiful woman dressed in white and noble looking Elf along with other humans. The woman in white had pushed to the front of the crowd and had summoned a water elemental that had sped off out of sight, probably to the door. Then the woman spoke.

“I did, miss” Lyra said innocently, “I was looking at the bookshelves and I heard someone trip up behind me. He had fallen and hit his neck against the corner of the shelves, I went to check, and then I screamed for help.” The longer she talked the more tearful she had become, trying to make a convincing case. The crowd at large were ‘ahh’- ing at her and she felt a rush of sympathy from them.

She looked tearfully into the woman’s eyes, believing every word she was about to say, “I loved the librarian miss, he was like a father to me. See, I don’t have a father…” she trailed off, the crowd looking even more sympathetic. Lyra waited to see if the woman had fallen for it.

Vex tried to cover a yawn. The girl was lying, it wasn't horribly difficult to figure out. Either she had under-estimated her own strength or wasn't in the habit of thinking about a kill post-mortem like assassins would. The angle of the old man's neck was all wrong- either he had hit the edge of the shelf twice or someone had used a... Vex furrowed her brows. What *was* the murder weapon? She couldn't tell at all, the bruising was... really freakin' weird. It kind of resembled the bruising made when a particularly vicious animal bit down but without the teethmarks. Did she have a toothless anaconda hidden up her sleeve?

Vex shrugged. Bleh. If it confused a professional assassin it'd definitely confuse any of the goody-two-shoes in the crowd. Probably. Medics, of course, would be a bit more on the ball but she doubted that there'd be any here.

Then again... as she thought back to the last dead librarian, there had been one on hand. Maybe it'd prove the same again. Lightning did strike the same place after all- she didn't doubt that. Coincidence was a powerful thing.

The stupid mortals here were lapping her words up though. Care (Vex sniggered at the word) and empathy made them weak and lax. They'd die soon enough, if not by her hand then by their own stupidity. There was a viper in their midsts and they didn't even know it! Stupid lambs...

Then she grinned. Vex was a wolf though, and as the wolf she felt it best that the lambs continue to remain completely oblivious to her presence. It suited her just fine that the her prey was stupid. It was better that way.

She waited, wondering how this would turn out. Perhaps the one there- perhaps the one with that suspicious look to her eye was going to turn out to be something more than a lamb? That'd certainly be interesting...

The girls, sure did sound innocent but, Jaina could feel that she is not. From the time, Jaina was child, she was taught to sense when, some one is sincere and, she felt that this girl was not however, Jaina decided to play along... for now.

Also, she could read the thoughts of yet another, commoner in the library. He or, she was apparently an experienced assassin. for it knew that the position of the dead body, was all wrong and that the librarian, must have either hit his neck twice or, he was murdered. But the scenario for murder sounded, more likely to be true.

Oh, you poor thing, not having a father must be hard, and to lose some one so close to you, must be even harder. Said Jaina toward the girl, and she tried to sound as sincere as possible. Jaina, made a grimace to show some, sympathy, it was the one thing she was best at.

I, know that this is hard for, you but, you have to tell me what exactly happened, with details, nothing more nothing less. The faster you can answer, the faster we can determine if, he was murdered or fall as, you said.

Though for, Jaina was already clear, that he was killed in cold blood, she felt responsible to denounce, her in public so that, they decide what to do with her. But if the crowd turned to be a bloodthirsty one, Jaina would never allow them to kill or harm the girl, but she would allow to take her into the prison.

(OOC: sorry i forgot about this topic :xmasdry: )

Lyra was fed up of this woman asking her questions. Time for a few mind games.

"I'm sorry but do you want you to know that, because the knowing of this that you incapacitorially finding and or locating in your discovering the detecting of a way to know the truth, grizzly as it can be. Though I am disinclined to partake in such an exercise, detrimental as it would be to ones self." She said as quickly as possible, smiling a sweet smile.

Vex continued to stare at the bruise, around them, the crowd was gathering in ever more numbers. The stink of so many mortals was getting to her. What -was- the murder weapon? Now that she had her mind tethered to this odd question she felt the need to probe deeper, the need to prove her superiority. It wasn't so much a complex as just a simple habit. One didn't live long in Hel if one wasn't able to mix caution, curiosity and lots of pig-headedness and Vex had done more than just survive in Hel- she had thrived. Which was why she was here today, in this land of pathetic mortals.

Pathetic mortals who, irritatingly enough, had found a way to kill people that she had not. Not hands, the girl's hands were frail the demon judged and besides, there was something in her eyes that didn't seem to allow for such a direct method of killing. Perhaps she had imagined that spark, it was always possible but Vex liked to think she hadn't. There was something there, an instinct that reveled in a the power over life and death. She might be seeing this one, soon enough, making a name in circles where names and power meant everything.

Perhaps Vex would even be the one to help this mortal on the path towards damnation. She hadn't been assigned to a mortal in a long, long time but soon, hopefully, her Masters would allow her to be tethered to a truly monstrous soul and she'd be- at last- free to wreak havoc through proxy and overturn the world... and then conquer it. It was a goal that seemed outrageous and outlandish, a goal that only was written of and...

Written of. Vex covered her mouth, snickering quietly. How very, very fitting. The girl had killed the librarian with a book.