015 [Open Spam for whoever wants to be within 5 feet of this creep]
[Armand's busy in the library, pacing and otherwise, not at all looking like his usual creepy, arrogant self. Drinking from Neil had left him with a shaky hold on his memory and reality; he needed something to root him to this place, this dimension. More than anything, he didn't want to think about those memories that had been scraped up by the experience, he wanted to leave them be. But he couldn't shake the burning of anxiety in his stomach, such a foreign feeling to him.
Scaling the shelves, the vampire searched for something to distract himself with. After all, stalking and killing people weren't his only hobbies. Certainly the ones he enjoyed the most, but not the only ones. Great tales of kings and lords also fascinated him and his ego. As he pulled down a tome, he pulled back the cover to peruse the table of contents. When he found nothing interesting, he repeated this process in vain.]
Scaling the shelves, the vampire searched for something to distract himself with. After all, stalking and killing people weren't his only hobbies. Certainly the ones he enjoyed the most, but not the only ones. Great tales of kings and lords also fascinated him and his ego. As he pulled down a tome, he pulled back the cover to peruse the table of contents. When he found nothing interesting, he repeated this process in vain.]