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some BODY (Yep.)
(That ghost bird did some damage on this side.)

"It's small, however," pointed out Conan. "In a, probably infinitely, large museum. The fact that we even have an idea where Sable's Life is only because Sable himself likes to play games and told us."
He scowled as he walked into the other side of the museum. It looked like something large had ran into everything since he'd last been this way.
"Fire on one side and on this side it looks like someone drove a truck through half of the piles. You'd think Sable would care if all of this got broken."
He pointed at the nearest broken box and a tumbled down stack of...barrels? Well, okay then.

@bolderpelt
(*shrugs* Wanted to check.)

Well, thought Myrnin. At least one of them was interested. My options for things to talk about were limited anyway.
"Oh god," Myrnin muttered, closing his eyes as he tried to remember the year. "Uh, hard to remember really. Around the mid-17th century or so? I can’t really say that I was in a position to look at a calendar.”
“What he means,” said Oliver, once again in a dry voice. “Is that he went into his own past and meddled. His past self was too insane to remember his own name, never mind the year. So Myrnin never bothered to find out the year either.”
Myrnin shot him a look, but what he said was true. “Yes, well,” he muttered. He closed his eyes, the tightness around the edges showing just how bad those years had been. He opened them again and gave a full body shrug.
“Well, I can’t say that it was fun, but I did what I needed to.” He waved a hand around at the Museum and said, “This also hasn’t been the first time I’ve been stuck in a place without time either.”

(I looked. O.O I just didn't know it existed until now because I don't really check OTD very often.)

('k. Go do your work. You want to finish it this weekend vs. you manically trying to study through it. Do your work now. )
(Someone tell me to take my own advice. Math....still needs to get done...)

"Amusement," Conan said with scorn. "He's the type who likes to feel in power." But he didn't really believe that. There was something else there. Something they had found out yet.
"A hint will probably turn up sooner or later," Conan added, eyes downcast.
He wasn't sure what to say about the 'dead' part. "I still don't believe we are dead," said Conan, looking around. "He can't prove it one way or another, can he? And if we can die here, what does that prove."
He stepped over the remains of a barrel. "Best not to be philosophical. Just continue and play whatever game it is."

( @bolderpelt Kuragehime You two want to put anything in? ^^' )

@bolderpelt
( A question was raised this evening... can either of those two drive (drive well, that is)? )

"Ha, ha," said Myrnin, not feeling the words. "My memory is so messed up that nothing could make it worse. Time travel didn't even effect it."
Oliver didn't say anything else on the matter. He had only heard about the time travel bit three years after it had happened. Needless to say that it had cause mild problems in some form or another.
He sped up until he was walking to the left of the Master, but several dozen paces away.
"Future selves, however," said Myrnin. "Would be beyond the powers of what I used. It is...dangerous enough delving into my own past."
He was remembering Ada.
"Ada," said Oliver, taking a leaf out of the Master's book and dragging out just what Myrnin didn't want to talk about. He bent his head a little, not meeting anyone's eyes. "You're talking about Ada."

@bolderpelt
(Any protests about throwing in some type of motorized vehicle in the future? Oliver and Myrnin can't drive to save their lives...)

The tension rose higher and Oliver waited to see if Myrnin would answer. He looked out of the corner of his eye, seeing if he could catch a glimpse of the other vampire's face. But he couldn't without turning his head and he didn't want it to be that obvious that he was watching.
"The simple form of it is that she was my girlfriend," Myrnin finally said. His voice was raw, eyes half closed and blood red. "She was a vampire and feared nothing. But in old Morganville there used to be a sickness that effected only vampires and," a rattling sigh escaped his mouth. "It caused you to slowly go insane. I was the worse off. I would have moments of complete insanity and in one of those moments...I killed her."
They all seemed to have traitorous little stories like that in their background, didn't they? Myrnin looked away and down, not meeting anyone's eyes.
Oliver gave a single cough, still not turning.
Myrnin's attention snapped back, eyes narrowed and fiery. "You can seriously expect me to tell the rest, do you?"
Oliver said nothing.
Myrnin covered his face with one hand and spoke around it. "If that wasn't enough, I couldn't let her go. I trapped her soul within one of my machine. She went mad because of it...and I had to kill her a second time."
Stating that he hadn't been in the right frame of mind at the time wouldn't help his conscious. It was probably the worst mistake he had ever made within his immortal life and he would never forgive himself.
He waited, eyes closed, lost in his own tortured memories.

@bolderpelt
( :3 How's he with motorcycles? That's a rhetorical question, by the way. Whatever it is, Myrnin will crash it into a wall and then claim that he 'isn't that bad at driving'. )

"Nothing to be sorry about," Myrnin muttered arms crossed, still not meeting anyone's eyes. He lapsed into silence so thick that even Oliver didn't think anything could break it. Someone better try, before Myrnin really sunk low. He had been doing pretty well as far as Oliver had seen. But he didn't plan on say that.
He sighed. Myrnin was unlikely to be willing to talk any more about his past. That really only left a subject he brought up himself.
"Would you know anything about creatures called the draug?" he asked both the Time Lords. Myrnin's head slowly raised and though he still seemed out of it, he was paying attention.

@bolderpelt
(Then this will be amusing. :3)

Oliver did notice the Master shake his head and gave a slightly pleased smile because he liked knowing things others didn't.
"Draug are the natural enemies of vampires," Oliver explained. "The Draug are also called Sirens, but not the type you'd think of. Though they have a compelling song that could attract humans and drown them, they mainly feed off vampires."
He paused to see if Myrnin would say anything, but realized he'd have to put out some bait.
His eyes sparkled and he said, "I used to be one."
Myrnin chuckled dryly, finally speaking. "You end it there of course."
At least he said something, Oliver thought. But though he waited to see if Myrnin would say anything more that was all the other vampire said.
Oliver sighed and looked between the two Time Lords. "Any guesses on how I'm a vampire now?" He hated having to play this game, but really, Myrnin was harder to deal with if he got gloomy.
Myrnin snorted at what Oliver said, but still had that distant look on his face.

@bolderpelt
Oliver didn't even warrant those 'guesses' with a retort. But Myrnin gave a small smile, so maybe he could let it slide.
"No," Oliver said. "The Draug have a single master, who controls them like puppets. Many vampires only bothered with destroying the puppets because they couldn't get to the master, but the master always made more. Draug can't be made from humans, they have to be made from vampires."
He tilted his head at Myrnin and said, "He was one of the few of us in Morganville who never had to experience that joy." The sarcasm could be cut. "Kill the Master before the transformation is fully complete and vampires would revert back to being just vampires."
His expression was sour. That hadn't been a pleasant experience. Mostly because he owed his life to Myrnin, Claire and her friends. Most of the Morganville vampires did.
"You had to admit that draug have some cool abilities though," said Myrnin, finally speaking again.
"I think I prefer what I'm stuck with," said Oliver. "Maybe dissolving into a puddle of water, singing, and drowning people is more your style."

"In folklore they are a type of undead creature that were the souls of drowned sailors," Myrnin spoke up. Because of course he knew all the folklore. "Scandinavian folklore if you want the specifics."
Oliver shrugged when the Doctor started asking questions. "Never heard of them," was his quick and only reply.
Myrnin thought about it for a second and you could almost see him trying to match a name to any and all bits of information in his head. "Nooo," he said, looking up with wide eyes. He looked excited. "I've never heard of Silurians."
Oliver gave a small, thin lipped smile. That question alone had done more good for Myrnin than anything Oliver had tired. Figured.

Oliver and Myrnin looked at each other, then turned their attention back to the Doctor. "Oh, we know," they said, almost in unison. Oliver looked very annoyed (though how you could tell since it was his usual expression?) that they had spoken at the same time, but really didn't feel like saying anything more.
Myrnin titled his head and said, "Two questions. What do they do then? and What do you do on your Earth anyway?" It was one question for the current subject and one that he'd been wondering about for some time. He pointed to the Master. "Last question goes for you as well, please."

"Yes, while that is true, you still have to think about the possibilities of this place," Noé said with a shrug, still slowly looking around, though he didn't touch any of the items in fear that something else might happen. The vampire looked at the small group. "And I don't know why you still don't believe that we're dead. I, for one, know we must be because I am unable to hear your heartbeats." He said that softly as he quickened his pace a bit, heading straight for the other side of the museum. "Besides that, we should focus on whatever it is we have to find"