How interesting... - Livia

Tid: Søndag eftermiddag, omkring 15:00
Sted: Et af værelserne på første etage i det gamle sindssyge hospital
Omgivelser: Efterladte møbler og instrumenter, krakeleret maling på væggene, ødelagte gulvfliser, spindelvæv en masse og hvad der ellers hører til et forladt sindssyge hospital
Vejr: Der er godt med vind udenfor, men ingen regn endnu
Outfit: Link her

@Livia
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Hmm. What did you know. It seemed the townies had been right - some had told of losing their powers the moment they stepped into this place, but that witched were not touched by this. And here Christofel was, in the foyer, testing out another illusion spell by 'levitating' an abandoned wheelchair. "Quae autem faciunt, inquam, vitae de terra, et adhuc sine habitatores sano..." he muttered, almost inaudibly, to himself, a hand outstretched toward the wheelchair. And the spell took effect, the wheelchair levitating for a couple of second before it settles on the floor again with barely a sound.

So maybe there was something to the tale of the spirits here having been witches themselves, too. At any rate, this was very interesting. Christofel had been visiting so-called 'haunted' plaves before, but this was the only place where he could actually tell there was something to it. It made him curious to find out more about this place. Maybe he should see if he could pull some strings and figure out more of what happened here, than what the public already knew about the abuses that'd taken place here.

His curiosity winning, he walked upstairs and started looking around in the doctor's rooms up there, studying the various equipment laying about, pulling out his phone to take a couple pictures. If any of the ghosts showed up on the photos, even just as blurred spots, that'd just make all of this even better!

Påklædning

Livia had been at the abandoned hospital since the early hours, searching for some runes, she had heard was carved into some of the walls in different rooms. The runes were par of an ancient ritual, a ritual she really wanted to know. And these runes were a very important componant for the ritual and the outcome of said ritual.

She were currently searching the first floor of the building, when she heard steps from the stairs and down the hall. She froze slightly, as she listened. It sounded as a single person. She whispered a few words in an old language. A cantation which allowed her to feel the precence of another person close by. It'd told her he was human, but there were more to him. She got a feeling of magic from him. A different kind of magic, than she was used to. Like he was used to being something different or maybe made everything else different. He wasn't armed, but that didn't mean he couldn't be dangerous. She stood up, whispering three words in the same language as before and slowly walked closer to the whole, where a door had used to be. The door was lying on the floor, inside the room, as if it had just falling off it's frame. She then saw the man in the hallway, taking photos with his phone. She stepped backwards and bit her tongue, she shouldn't make any sound. Or maybe he was searching for the same as her? Probably not though, not many people knew about the runes. But you never knew? She stepped out into the hallway and asked in a clear voice "What are you doing here?"

When Livia entered the room, Christofel had been studying some marks on the floor, old blood they had not been able to wash completely out of the tiles back when the place was still functioning. Yet another proof of the cruelty that'd happened here. No wonder the spirits were mad and touched everybody else but the same type of creature they themselves had been.

He froze when he heard a woman speak - he had been too engulfed in his curious exploration to have heard her walk to the doorway into the room he was squatting on the floor in. Slowly, he turned, and looked at the newcomer. In her looks, she looked as if she was younger than him, but of all people, Cristofel new you should never count on looks alone. He might not be that old for a witch, but he was still much older than a lot of people expected him to be.

Hin brown eyes curiously took her in, before he slowly rose back to a stand, and put his phone back in his back pocket. "Exploring the site. I'm allowed to be curious, aren't I? It's not like it's forbidden to venture in here." he shrugged. "What about you? Not many people willingly go into haunted houses. Especially not ones as haunted as this one is."

Livia nodded. He was allowed to explore the site, yet not many people chose to do so. Even Livia had hesistated about going there, but as usual her curiousity and need for learning had won. She looked him over, he was young. Not in body, but age. He wasn't that old and he was different from a lot of coven witches. Which one did he come from? Did he have one? She had heard of witches who didn't belong in covens, or grew up without covens.
"I'm looking for something." she answered shortly. Why was he there? Just to see the hospital? That was a little weird. Not many people would vulentarily walk into a haunted house to just see it. What if he had come for the runes as well? No.. He couldn't.. Could he? She shook the throught from her mind and then said "I'll leave you to it then." and she turned around and started to walk back to the room she had been in earlier.
The building moaned as a sudden wind hit the outside of the hospital, small screams coming from the windows as the wind got cut on the broken glass and pried through the tiny cracks and holes.

She wasn't the only one that felt magic in the other person here - he could feel hers, too, and noticed that it was different from his, too. Hmm. Maybe she was from a coven? That would explain why it felt different than his own and his mothers.

He knew that they were 'abnormal' in the witch world, having never belonged to a coven, but the nearest coven har been a hundred miles from them, at least, as it had been near Moscow and not Saint Petersburg. No way they would have moved that far when they managed just fine on their own, until his magic had become too noticeable, and he was sent to the academy, and taught to control it better.

"Well, you know what..." he said, stopping for a second, listening to the sounds the house made when the wind struck, before he walked a couple of steps closer towards her. "I was content to look through all this alone, but I always love to have some company. Since you don't seem scared by it being haunted, either, maybe we could explore together?" Christofel asked, a friendly smile on his face. "And if something happens, strength in numbers and all that." he shrugged.

Livia turned to look at him and said "Sure. But don't ask what it is I'm looking for.". She smiled softly to him and turned once again, to enter the room, she had been in when she heard him. She walked over to the wall she had been inspecting, when he showed up and she crouched down to look at the bottom of the wall. Nothing. She sighed and stood up. She had only found 3 runes and she had been through every all the rooms. She put her hands at her sides and turned to look at the witch behind her. "I found something earlier, I think you'd like. But you should know.. You can her the tortured souls breathe in the room."
She walked past him, showing him the way to a lab. Some glasses smashed, but microscopes and other equipment was still where it should be. There were some carbinets, locked, but the glass smashed, probably because of angry spirits. In the corner there was a chair, with straps to restrain a person, so the scientists could test stuff on them.
As they stepped inside, you could hear a faint brething sound, but nothing to the eye. She looked at the cabinets, wome jars with organs or other things, she couldn't identify.

Christofel nodded, a smile on his face as he followed her. It seemed like his smile just grew bigger when he heard the subtle breathing in the room, when he looked around at the things. "You're completely right, I do like this." he smiled and began searching every corner of the room. Not to look for anything in particular, but merely taking note of everything of interest in here. He got out his phone for a couple pictures again, hoping one or two spirits might show up on the photos, before he put it back in his pocket and instead took a notebook out of another pocket, as he started scribbling down things in russian. He even muttered to himself in his mother tongue, as he walked around and studied the things.

After a while of this, and still feeling that different kind of magic from her, he decided to just plainly ask, since they were the only ones here. "By now, I'm pretty sure you know what I am. Because you're one, too. Right?" It was vague enough to not reveal what he was to someone who didn't know about witches existing, and still precise enough for a witch to know what he was getting at.