Duck, duck, duck, goose!
Who: Lavi (looseleafbook) & Shirley (thenobledie)
When: Cinco de Mayo! 8D Sometime during late afternoon/dusk
Where: The Church
Format: Action
What: Some belated talk after this and a duck delivery.
Warnings: Doooooooon't think there will be any but will amend as necessary. || Okay, there's a bit of religious-disbelief but I don't mean to offend anyone, being a Bookman with no opinions means no religion either.
[Ever since his conversation with Shirley Lavi had hidden himself away from all of his usual haunts, thinking about home, about the rules that he had grown up with for as far back as he could remember. Not having attachments, it had included animals as well as people; he couldn't bring an animal with him from record to record just like he couldn't keep in contact with friends he had made after he changed names. Being the emotionless Bookman that he's supposed to be, indifferent and staying out of the middle of things, not influencing anything with his own opinions or feelings as he records. The attachments he made or might make would change all that, he'd try and make history see them in a better or pitiful light depending on what happened. And he couldn't do that.
He knew it started with the Order, growing lax with his walls since becoming an Exorcist and he had done what Gramps had told him to never do: made friends, formed attachments. But they were influencing history just by being in the war, it didn't matter that they had once been on the other side. Another cup of worms that had frustrated and irritated him, Nea hadn't given him clear answers and Tyki only toyed with him. His last shot was at asking Rhode and for once he preferred to actually try getting close to her before asking - if he could - because being outside of her circle wasn't going to work. Asking her what the parasites that Fiddler had put in him could do, would do even without that Noah nearby. She was the oldest and she'd know the truth, but telling him was another thing, especially without tempting her with something. And maybe...maybe he'd finally get some kind of clue as to what was going on at home, he felt like he was being kept in the dark. Him, the Bookman apprentice, the one that was supposed to be recording everything.
Lavi let out a laugh in the empty church as he sat in the pew, pushing his hands into his hair. It was funny how this was the place that he went to when he was so confused and lost, not actually being part of a religion at all. But the strange silence of the church calmed him down, made him strong enough to face things here, to keep facing them. Maybe in a way he was drawing on the strength from the God he didn't believe in because he was in a way a servant and a warrior of the church. Maybe he was allowed to and it was freely given. He couldn't see, though, how even God could help him right now and he didn't have enough belief in him to trust that someone up there would take care of him.]
When: Cinco de Mayo! 8D Sometime during late afternoon/dusk
Where: The Church
Format: Action
What: Some belated talk after this and a duck delivery.
Warnings: Doooooooon't think there will be any but will amend as necessary. || Okay, there's a bit of religious-disbelief but I don't mean to offend anyone, being a Bookman with no opinions means no religion either.
[Ever since his conversation with Shirley Lavi had hidden himself away from all of his usual haunts, thinking about home, about the rules that he had grown up with for as far back as he could remember. Not having attachments, it had included animals as well as people; he couldn't bring an animal with him from record to record just like he couldn't keep in contact with friends he had made after he changed names. Being the emotionless Bookman that he's supposed to be, indifferent and staying out of the middle of things, not influencing anything with his own opinions or feelings as he records. The attachments he made or might make would change all that, he'd try and make history see them in a better or pitiful light depending on what happened. And he couldn't do that.
He knew it started with the Order, growing lax with his walls since becoming an Exorcist and he had done what Gramps had told him to never do: made friends, formed attachments. But they were influencing history just by being in the war, it didn't matter that they had once been on the other side. Another cup of worms that had frustrated and irritated him, Nea hadn't given him clear answers and Tyki only toyed with him. His last shot was at asking Rhode and for once he preferred to actually try getting close to her before asking - if he could - because being outside of her circle wasn't going to work. Asking her what the parasites that Fiddler had put in him could do, would do even without that Noah nearby. She was the oldest and she'd know the truth, but telling him was another thing, especially without tempting her with something. And maybe...maybe he'd finally get some kind of clue as to what was going on at home, he felt like he was being kept in the dark. Him, the Bookman apprentice, the one that was supposed to be recording everything.
Lavi let out a laugh in the empty church as he sat in the pew, pushing his hands into his hair. It was funny how this was the place that he went to when he was so confused and lost, not actually being part of a religion at all. But the strange silence of the church calmed him down, made him strong enough to face things here, to keep facing them. Maybe in a way he was drawing on the strength from the God he didn't believe in because he was in a way a servant and a warrior of the church. Maybe he was allowed to and it was freely given. He couldn't see, though, how even God could help him right now and he didn't have enough belief in him to trust that someone up there would take care of him.]