[Open RP, Library] Research first

[tragitragedy]

Drosselmeyer had gotten free from the Sorting Room and, with the discovery of the house elves, he had set up his room in Ravenclaw according to his exacting desires. His next stop, quite naturally, was to visit the library

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[journal_aigis]

Like Drosselmeyer, Aigis thought the best way to figure out this new world was to read about it.

Or rather, she would, if he'd just be quiet.

"I believe you're supposed to be quiet in a library."

[tragitragedy]

Drosselmeyer tapped his chin, nodding thoughtfully. "Yes, I do believe I've heard the same thing, many times before." Not that he'd been scolded for making such a disturbance in quite a while, but he had rather enjoyed watching that descendant of his terrorizing other, less-silent patrons of the library. Drosselmeyer heaved a mournful sigh as he continued, "Unfortunately, I can't."

Can't make life convenient for anyone, that is, because that would simply be too boring.

[journal_aigis]

"And why not?" Aigis asked, glaring. "It would be courteous to the other patrons of the library."

[tragitragedy]

"Precisely." The glare only encouraged him, so Drosselmeyer grabbed a book at random and began to leaf through the pages.

[journal_aigis]

"So you enjoy inconveniencing others, then? That isn't nice."

[tragitragedy]

"I'm not a nice old man," he replied with a shrug. "And what sort of person are you? Unless you've finished with disturbing others by persisting with this conversation." Drosselmeyer looked back at her and mimed with his hand as he added in an exaggerated stage-whisper, "Perhaps you could lower your voice a bit more."

[journal_aigis]

Aigis did so, if only to stick it to him that she could follow the rules. "I am Aigis," she said in a low voice. "I am a mechanical maiden."

[tragitragedy]

"Ah, so you're a puppet, like Edel. How splendid!" In his excitement, Drosselmeyer unintentionally obliged her by lowering his voice to match her own. "Are you from this place, or was yours originally a different story? The person who created you--are they here as well?" He stepped closer to get a better look at Aigis, his book forgotten.

[journal_aigis]

"I am not a puppet," Aigis said, glaring. "I have my own autonomy. And it is no concern of yours where I come from or who created me."

[tragitragedy]

"Ah, a puppet with a heart," he amended. "Like Uzura, then. A bit of a nuisance, but I hope she'll manage in whatever story she's fallen into alone..." Drosselmeyer fell into a few moments of contemplative silence, then continued, "It does concern me, though. A conscientious author should research first and compare his future endeavor to the works of others." Although it was equally an excuse to satisfy his curiosity.

[journal_aigis]

"I am not a plaything to be written into a story, sir. I can make my own just fine." And in fact, she would. But that's future canon, so don't enlighten her.

[tragitragedy]

Drosselmeyer paused for a moment and blinked. "Well, who said you couldn't? Puppets--clockwork or human--will always surprise you. That's the truth of it."

Of course Drosselmeyer interfered with people's stories and made trouble, but he was just a bit peeved that everyone started off by talking about what they would do, if only, instead of just doing what they could to get what they wanted. If they weren't content with their story as it stood, they didn't have to whine to him about it and give him lectures! If not him, then someone else would always be playing God with everyone. So Drosselmeyer pouted a little, feeling rather maligned.

[journal_aigis]

"You are not a very nice man," Aigis said, turning away.

[tragitragedy]

That was a statement everyone could agree upon.

Drosselmeyer bid her an absent "Good day, then" as he shelved his book and continued to make his way down the aisle, keeping his mutterings to a slightly more appropriate level of volume.