We Do Not Stand... A L O N E in Fantastical Role Plays Posted February 28, 2016 · Report post Back in the day a 'hall' was actually a 'hall'. Rosalyn found this 'city hall' of modern times to be but a glorified office building. Truly the saddest thing in the world was that her time had passed, and that contemporary times failed to live up to those halcyon days. Rosalyn, among other things, did not know the meaning of the phrase 'smart casual', and so strode into the City Hall in her usual ostentatious gothic attire. Her high heeled boots clicked on the floor and her upheld head was oblivious to the stares she received as she entered. Even odder than her own appearance was her association with a slightly older man. Noah was not quite old enough to look like her father, at best he could be an elder brother, yet it was clear to anyone that Rosalyn was the dominant one in this pairing. A stray cat hissed at Rosalyn on the way in, and she hissed back, sending it scampering away somewhere. Rosalyn couldn't stand pet animals. Or most animals. Far better to have a human thrall who would obey you without question, rather than the unpredictability of animals. She gave Noah a sharp prod in the back with her nail and he jumped, leaving her content with their hierarchy. "I suppose the point in this location is the town records." Rosalyn suggested to Noah. She was really talking to herself but it almost seemed like she was soliciting his opinion. "Births and deaths. Marriages. Something to give us a starting lead on this character we're to take out." Naturally, as soon as they ventured further than the lobby, security obstructed Rosalyn and Noah from proceeding further. But that was no real obstacle. Rosalyn simply fluttered her eyelashes and gave the guard a hypnotic stare, and instructed him that they should be allowed to pass. Once inside the records room, Rosalyn was soon aware of... strangeness. She felt almost drunk. Her mind wasn't in its normal state. Yet she knew no gaseous substance could affect her in her undeath. This was something more magical. "We aren't the first to arrive, it seems. We shouldn't have waited until morning to set out, bah." Rosalyn grumbled. Abruptly she pushed Noah onto a chair in the corner of the room. "Stay here. Unless you want to die, of course. This could get messy." Without further explanation, the little vampiress headed into the center of the room, eyeing the maze-like rows of filing cabinets fiercely. "Come out then. You won't get what you want from my mind while I'm still breathing. Or pretending to breathe, rather." Shadows seemed to gather around her almost imperceptibly, and it was clear she was preparing for sudden action.