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[skirtindanger]

[it's just another day, with another person shuffling through the shelves of the library--]

-- Ow! ...Again? What's it take to get some information around here without risking getting a finger or two chomped off?

[...with minimum success. looks like some of the books got hungry.]

[usual intro warnings blah de blah blah. ...I also need a breeeeak

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[unlucky_break]

[grabs one of the books, which immediately stops trying to bite everything once he does so.]

[skirtindanger]

... Huh? Wait a minute, how did you...?

[unlucky_break]

[hands the book over to you]

Here. You wanted this, right?

[skirtindanger]

[tentatively grabs]

Y, yeah. Did you do something to make it stop?

[dr_mcdere]

*reaching over her to put a book back above her head*

Some of the sections are more violent than others. Were you looking for something in particular?

[skirtindanger]

[--ducking a little]

Kind of noticed. Yeah, I was hoping maybe there would be something around about... well, this place.

[dr_mcdere]

Ah... Sorry, there's not much on Camp in the library. It self-censors. It's possible to find books on specific aspects of Camp, though, like giant squid or corn.

[skirtindanger]

It censors? Just what I needed right now... Is there really nothing useful around? I think I was lost out in that cornfield long enough that I don't need a book on it anymore.

[all_in_balance]

[In a library full of tremendous tomes, jumping journals, annoying almanacs and pesky pamphlets, there probably wouldn't be anything odd about a small fortress of books. Except, habit might have somewhat accustomed you spotting things like... each side or wall of it is exactly the same height. And that each side matches perfectly in color and thickness.

Except an odd, familiar peace and tranquility that comes from within it.]

[Currently reading: Toucan Sam and the Nose Knows No Prose - A scratch and sniff poetry book.]

[skirtindanger]

[that... is almost impressive]

... ... Kid?

[all_in_balance]

[Looks up at, not having expected that voice...]

Maka? You two took the assignment as well?

[skirtindanger]

"As well"? I didn't know you had taken it in the first place!

[iyaaansobig]

[Let's pretend there's a reason he was in the library. Like reading comic books!!!]

-Maka...?

[skirtindanger]

-- ? ...What are you doing here?

[iyaaansobig]

The big Black*Star was kidnapped because of his greatness.

[skirtindanger]

No one would want to kidnap you. Anyway, does this mean you're out here for the assignment?

[getsanextralife]

[Smacking away some books that got too friendly.]

Are you in need of assistance?

[skirtindanger]

Oh! Thanks... Um, maybe a little. Do you know what section I could find information about where we're at?

[getsanextralife]

I am afraid not. In fact, it seems we are in pursuit of the same information.

[skirtindanger]

In that case, they do say two heads are better than one, and looking for something is no exception to that!

Now if only they would stop biting...