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[baredambitions]

[Scar was trapped in the library.

Well, no, not really, but he had made the mistake of venturing out while the rain took a momentary break to settle for a dense, wet fog, and he's not about to go back outside now that it's begun downpouring again. Better to stalk the rows upon rows of shelves than pace around his room all day, which had recently

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[mysticcorpse]

[Rasputin is researching. And when we say 'researching,' we mean mostly hidden by massive stacks of books. He has been ignoring the footsteps thus far, but at the click click sound of claws, he peaks around the edge of of one of the stacks to see a lion stalking the rows. A very large lion at that.]

"Now we have pets at this school. Charming," he muttered, turning back to his work.

[baredambitions]

[Scar stops short. Pet? No, that would not do. Rich, coming from a human who resembled a fetid corpse.]

Excuse me?

[mysticcorpse]

[Rasputin's head shot back around the side of the books in surprise. He thought only his dear Bartok could speak. It appears as if the small bat was not alone in this respect. Also, the very large lion looked rather angry and he did not want to piece himself together again after an expected attack. Instead, he stood and gave a short but courteous bow.]

My apologies, sir.

[Yes, that would do fine. He hoped. Rasputin was bitter and perhaps some would call him evil, but he was not stupid enough to argue with a creature who's paws were larger than his head.]

[baredambitions]

[Scar rolled his eyes.]

You must be new here. A talking lion should not surprise you in the slightest.

[mysticcorpse]

Yes, I am new here. Grigori Rasputin, professor of World Religions.

[He glances back to the pile of books.]

Though it seems I research more than I teach.

[baredambitions]

[Why this Rasputin is so friendly all of a sudden, Scar cannot understand. He is still visibly ruffled by the man's surprise at hearing him speak, not to mention the 'pet' comment.]

I am Scar, and I instruct Philosophy. Though, judging by the extent of your research-- [he eyes fall on Rasputin's pile of books, assuming they are relevant to Rasputin's field of study--] their is a great deal more research involved in your field than mine.

[OH, Scar's take on philosophy. WUT IS A NIETZSCHE?]

[mysticcorpse]

[An animal he cannot deal with rationally. However, a speaking, intelligent animal is another thing entirely.]

Philosophy, you say?

[He points at a shelf further down the left aisle.]

The section starts there. Quite an interesting collection, there are philosophers there I've never heard of, but I suppose that is not surprising given the nature of this place.

[Why yes, he's spent more time in the library than in his own quarters, why you ask?]

[baredambitions]

[Scar gives the section the barest of glances before turning back to Rasputin.]

Ah, I'm afraid my approach is a bit more... personal. As I am unable to read, I see little point in asking the same of my students.

[mysticcorpse]

You... cannot read?

[Rasputin seems more confused than shocked.]

Then you have not read Aristotle? Plato?

[baredambitions]

Well, as I cannot read, as I said, obviously not. I haven't the slightest idea whom you mean, in any case.

[mysticcorpse]

[This face. Just forever.]

[baredambitions]

[Scar rolls his eyes.] Philosophy is one of the most subjective fields in academia. I hardly see the reason to require anyone else's opinion but your own.