Rebel 11
[Wandering through your library today is Jin. He's glancing over the shelves to find any sort of book that may come to his interest. He'd already come across a few books from his own world - mostly tales surrounding the Black Beast, the Six Heroes and the Novus Orbis Librarium - but they were few and far between in the millions of books hiding away in the shelves.]
...Hm?
[He'll stop when he spots one in particular. One he recognized. He was hesitant, but reached for it, pulling it from the shelf without the slightest bit of care. When he looked at the cover, it was just as he suspected. A book that had -his- face on it; "Biographies of Heroes", the book about the many heroes of the NOL. Jin was one of the most famous for his actions in the Ikaruga War, and since he was still alive, he was the one they chose for their cover. He remembered the nights he spent reading the drafts for it surrounding his war efforts under the NOL's instructions, rather doing something -important- with his time.]
To think the castle has this trash as well. I should have predicted as much, though I had hoped it wouldn't have as much drivel in literature as it does spouting from the mouths of its residents.
[He flipped through the pages as he walked past a desk. The story of him in the war was just dramatized lies, but only he knew that. Without a care, he dropped the book into the wastepaper basket beside the desk.]
I would like to believe all of the books here aren't of similar quality.
[ooc: open. bump into him? scold him for treating a book that way? anything. :B]
...Hm?
[He'll stop when he spots one in particular. One he recognized. He was hesitant, but reached for it, pulling it from the shelf without the slightest bit of care. When he looked at the cover, it was just as he suspected. A book that had -his- face on it; "Biographies of Heroes", the book about the many heroes of the NOL. Jin was one of the most famous for his actions in the Ikaruga War, and since he was still alive, he was the one they chose for their cover. He remembered the nights he spent reading the drafts for it surrounding his war efforts under the NOL's instructions, rather doing something -important- with his time.]
To think the castle has this trash as well. I should have predicted as much, though I had hoped it wouldn't have as much drivel in literature as it does spouting from the mouths of its residents.
[He flipped through the pages as he walked past a desk. The story of him in the war was just dramatized lies, but only he knew that. Without a care, he dropped the book into the wastepaper basket beside the desk.]
I would like to believe all of the books here aren't of similar quality.
[ooc: open. bump into him? scold him for treating a book that way? anything. :B]