I need to brush up my History...

Vashka stretches her arm trying to grab one or two or three or as many history books as she could. Yes, today is study day for her. She needed History now more than ever. She always remembers what his master his says : " If you don't study History, You'll go old and forgetful! WHAT IF SOMEDAY YOU'LL FORGET ABOUT MEEE???!!! "

" No! No! No master Raphael! I won't ! I won't! " Vashka exclaimed.

"That's a good girl "he smiles, patting her proud.

...

"... what should I study again ? "

Then master Raphael will do a facepalm and hit her in the head.

I must do it! I can do it! Wait... should I study History... or Biology ? Vashka though for a second. She failed to reach that World History book because lacking in height. She asked Noirael to do it.

When she opened her eyes, there are lots of unknown history books in front of her. She was sitting down on a chair in front of a desk. She looked at her books and found a note.

STUDY HISTORY!
-Noirael-

" I guess I should. Or.. I can slack off... or! I find myself a teacher! " she giggled. Option three is better than the others so she waits while reading those old English novel.

Valora sat amongst a huge pile of books around a large red chair, glasses perched at the end of her nose as she flicked through a thick book.

however, she was irritated at the girl muttering about something continuously

*sighs heavily* is something wrong? i'm trying to read quietly here

as she spoke, she gestured to her book, a large history one about the ancient vampire families

"Ah sorry!!! " Vashka immediately apologized. Valora seems very irritated of her. She then drown herself n tons of history books. This books... that books... many books...

She glanced to the book Valora reads. " Ah! More history book! " she pointed at Valora's book, actually just to make a reason to NOT study! She was thinking that she could just make an excuse that she needed to find more and more books that her time was wasted to find them! Genius!

yes, it's a history book. now, what are you muttering about? you have to study it? so why not do it quietly unless you have a problem

she took of her reading glasses and folded them closed as she put a bookmark at the page she was at.

Problem ? there's lots of problems here! One! Vashka has no mood of reading. Two! She's lazy to do that! Three! She has no teacher to ask!

Suddenly, she got an idea. " Miss Valora! would you teach me history ? " She smiled sweetly

she blinked, stunned, but nodded.

she had always been one to learn things rather than teach...but why not?

if you so wish

she put her glasses back on again and moved to sit next to Vashka.

what is it you wish to know?

" Ooh! Megane*! " She shouted out loud. She took Valora's glasses, without permission of course and put it on her eyes.

" I'm a smarty now! Smarty smarty smarty! " She giggled.

She then looked sweetly at Valora , which she guessed is not so happy. "What I wish to know ? Um... start with anything is fine~ " She played with Valora's glasses.


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*Megane = Japanese for Glasses.

she gently took her glasses back, eyebrow twitching, eyes closed, and placed them on the bridge of her nose.

i know an awful lot on history...a starting point would be pleasant to know so then i can give coherant information and single out what is relavent, Little Miss

Vashka thought of any history she wanted to know. Then again, the only history she wanted to know is her own family's. Vashka wondered if Valora knew anything about them but then again... too afraid to ask directly.

" Can you tell me the history of the Black Forest, then ? " She remembered one of her beloved ones from their house. He was a dryad of the black forest who took form of a vampire. Maybe, just maybe... She could study about him instead ?

((OOC: from this point, the history is made up on the spot XD))

she adjusted her glasses on her nose before going over to her massive pile of books and pulling out a thick book, already knowing which one to get, and walked back flipping through it till she found a page.

well, Black forest in Romania. wasn't a place that humans would go into without a very very good reason. it was the home of werewolves and vampires alike. among other things. it's home to faries, nixies, kelpies, rare species of 'mythical animals' ogers and all other kinds of races that the humans have grown to fear.

the reason it's called the black forest however,is because of a dark taint. it's negative energies and shadow and darkness magic, twisted with some spirit energy. it taints everything down to the core. the forest has become dark, and turned what used to be on the friendly side, not so friendly. they're tricksters and malicious. however, despite popular belief, they're not evil. just darker.

the reason there is a taint in a first place is unclear. not even the existing ancients today know why it's tainted. the forest itself is very older than many creatures. it's said that it was tainted by a group of jealous folk, no one knows who exactly, or even their race, but they were jealos of the forest's beauty and the fact they weren't allowed to enter it. it was once a fable that the black forest used to be a gate to the gardens of babylon it was considered that beautiful.

any way, the creatures that tainted the forest had been denied access by the Dryads that guarded it, and so the creatures attacked them. that was another theory about the taint. some say it's stemmed from the Dryads who could have been made tainted by the jealous creatures and the taint spread from them.

she pointed out different images of the forest over several pages, her voice flowing through the information easy and adding bits and pieces only she knew after research and going to the forest herself once to find out more

Trees, trees, more tress. She was very excited of it. She remembered some of the names given by Valora. But most of all, she was excited of the word 'beautiful' that refers to the Black forest.

" How do you know Linael was so beautiful ?! " She giggled. Then again, she remembered that she will not know any Linael or whatsoever she's talkingh about. Linael is dead! yeah! and so does everybody else.

"She then looked at the books and reviewed it once more. " What is kelpies ? " She was new to this word. A strange word it is.

Vashka gazed at the pictures of kelpies. Woah! She never thought it was... bautiful. Almost like Veronikael but... watery!

" Linael... you're so weird... " she giggled as she imagined a certain narcissistic person.

" Umm.. how about.. history of blood samples or blood critic ? " She asked another one.

well....depends on what you want to know......where they come from? what they are? or the like.....some information is a little classified and i can't really just tell it to anyone. *points at the cross on arm* none of the others in my family have this. this is a pact saying i've gotta hold my tongue on particular subjects.

(ooc: in reality, i've no idea what you mean by that ))

(( Lol... sorry... well... Vashka will try to ask more "normal" things XD ))

" Your place no Blood critic ?! " Vashka gasped. Maybe it's true that there's not much of that job int the vampire society. maybe her family was just waaayyy too weird and different.

" Blood Critic like... umm... Cobaltael. He critics blood tastes and samples like the food critic or wine critic. Of course on the surface he works as a wine critic but actually he's a blood critic and... Oh! He also critics tastes of the blood and tell this one fits for a king.. this one is not suitable for children,etc. i like the one he critics about sweet taste of blood similar to sweets! Love them! " Speaking to much out of subject, she tried to learn more about history, less about personal matters.

Vashka thought of something then replied." How about the history about your family, Valora ? I could use that to identify the difference between our and you families! and we can easily chat! " She giggled.

suddenly confusions is cleared

oh! those kinds of critics. well. that's a specialist job and requires a great concentration and restraint to actually be able to taste the blood as individual samples instead of just noting the base and obvious flavours. *tone darkens slightly* as for my family history......well......we're renowned for being the very best fighters on this planet world wide, having mastered every fighting style, use every weapon. we're not supposed to feel much beside he very basic emotions...and not even that really. *memories flash past her eyes* we fight....and we win. our lives are nothing but endless rivers of blood that we've spilt, contracts we've formed, pain, steel and scars. the scent usually associated with us is blood, ink, steel, cleaning oil, and war. that's what we are, weapons of war. hired killers with no wills other than our 'Master and Mistresses' the ones the contract us to either guard them or kill other for them. however, the intricacies are hidden in shadows and not to be told to outsiders. the marks on my skin show that. each mark showing a promise and commitment to the family line and its secrets...sorry i can't tell you more

Vashka listens to the lecture intently. A little or more, she learns a bit of Valora's side. His master told her, that if you want to tell your story, it's best to listen first. But... since Valora didn't ask her about hers... maybe she should stay quiet.

" I see~ " Vashka replied.