Night 58: Staff Research/Medical Reference Library

[princeofthemoon]

[ from here]It was a library. Sesshoumaru blinked in slight surprise, his eyes flicking around to take in that which could be seen, in the scant light cast into the room. Books and papers, leather covered plush chairs, the same high-standing tables as the rest of the institute was populated with, a dark carpet stretching out across the floor. The

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[ultimagi]

Her flashlight was not nearly bright enough to flood visibility to every corner of the room, or touch upon each piece of furniture, but it served well enough. The tall black structures seemed to be filled with books of varying widths, and the tables were very different from the desks of the bedrooms below. The girl's eyes were wide in the black, her steps cautious. Even in boots, footfalls were muted against the dark carpet.

"What... is this place?" she asked, flashlight still panning the room. It was huge.

[princeofthemoon]

Sesshoumaru flicked his fingertips absently, shaking off a few drops of poison contaminated with little flakes of rust, as he looked around himself.

"A library," he said, almost musingly, examining the room. Though he did not recognize everything here - on the table there were several boxes sprouting something very like vines. He blinked at them in incomprehension before turning away again. They did not appear to be useful, and therefore could be ignored. After brief consideration, he retrieved the flashlight that he had once again brought with him and flicked it on, curiosity overpowering the annoyance he would otherwise have felt, at once again having his true weakness in this place demonstrated to him.

[ultimagi]

As she moved to one of the numerous bookshelves, the girl wondered. Had 'Terra' ever gone to a library? Was she a person who read many books? Was she intelligent, or clever, or someone like that? The girl braced her flashlight against her neck, tilting her head to pin it between her shoulder and jaw, as her hands moved over the books on one of the shelves. The titles were not easy to read in the limited light, especially for their orientation; she pulled one of the slimmer volumes out to flip through its pages

[princeofthemoon]

Sesshoumaru glanced over to watch his companion for a moment, watching her move, watching the light of her flashlight dance uncertainly across the shelves as she stepped forwards just as uncertainly, already soft footsteps muffled by the carpet. He was slightly curious about her - most beings, be they human or otherwise, talked more than she did, but she had spoken only when necessary. It was a disconcerting change, though perhaps pleasant, and somewhat refreshing.

After a moment of studying her he turned away again.

There was a book on the table, and he walked to it, set his flashlight down at a not entirely inconvenient angle, and occupied himself with the delicate art of turning the pages - which were almost as thin as onion skin - without tearing them through. He grew bored quickly; there seemed little of interest here. And so, after several pages he had dropped the last page he cared to touch and taken up his flashlight again, sweeping it across the room quickly.

Shelves upon shelves. He wondered if they were all books like