All voices crying for freedom

[yearrounder]

Who; Annabeth Chase & Brennan Mulwray
What; Research~
Where; The library
When; Forward dated a little to tomorrow around noon
Rating; G, I hope.
Status; Ongoing

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[theshockvalue]

To say Brennan was late wouldn't exactly be accurate. Well, he arrived about five minutes after noon, but he'd said "ish" which should have covered the gap. He'd stopped on the way for a coffee from the lovely Miss Ellen and had taken one along for his research partner (and hoped she liked coffee) at the Roadhouse and made his way down to the library.

The person waiting outside had to be Annabeth, and he took a minute to measure her up. She was just a kid from what he could figure, and certainly not what he'd been expecting. Still, he raised the cup that would belong to her in greeting.

"Annabeth?"

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At the sound of her name, Annabeth nearly jumped, but managed to just turn calmly toward the source of the voice and nodded. Sure, she was young, but she'd had a life of training to defend herself and harness the...peculiarities inherent in her somewhat strange blood. She was the best at what she did.

"Yes." It only hit her then that Brennan hadn't actually seen her before now and it was doubtless a surprise. "Sorry. I...should probably have said something."

[theshockvalue]

"About," he asked amicably as he came closer? She was small, but he was a horrible judge at 6'4". He offered the other cup of coffee to her when he was within range. "Sorry I'm late, by the way. I stopped for coffee." Once his hand was free, he pulled a small baggie from his coat pocket. "And cream and sugar if you're not a black-drinker."

[yearrounder]

"About how I'm probably younger than most people want their strategist," Annabeth answered somewhat drily, accepting the offered cup and both cream and sugar to go with it. She blushed a little, and smiled, though, lowering her eyes for a moment before she regained her composure.

"No, it was probably a good idea. Who knows how long we're going to be in there?" For more reasons than one. "Thanks."

[theshockvalue]

He smiled amicably enough. "I'm not judging. I've known some pretty sharp kids."

He laughed. "We could be five minutes. I'd still stop for coffee. Books just don't smell right without it. And you're welcome." He motioned toward the door. "Ladies first."

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It had been a while since she'd been in a library--she'd been too busy before she showed up here--and just the sight of this one was daunting. Still, she moved toward the door when prompted, and found herself confronted with what had to have been more books than had ever been written ever. And she had to laugh at herself a little, shaking her head.

"I guess I shouldn't have expected anything less of the Underworld's library."

[theshockvalue]

"Damn..." The curse left his lips in a rush of awed breath. He'd never seen so many books. There had to be floors and floors of them, stretching farther than he could see, and the aisles seemed to stretch beyond the horizon. He knew something had to be up if this was the place, because from the outside it looked like a normal library. The inside was obviously larger than the outside, and that in itself was daunting.

"Is there a reference computer that you see?"

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Annabeth had to shake her head at the question. It could be that it was rather well-hidden, but it didn't seem like there was one. And it would be that way, too. She took a few more moments to look for one before she had to give up with a sigh and shake her head again. "I don't see one. I guess we just pick a place and dive in and hope we're close." She was proud, though, that only a hint of nervousness came through in her voice. Not the greatest way for anyone to try and find information, let alone her. "There has to be some kind of organization, right?"

[theshockvalue]

He laughed nervously at the question. "With the track record this place has, I wouldn't count on much of it." He looked around again, overwhelmed.

"Okay, we need a gameplan. What are we here for?"

[yearrounder]

"Maps," Annabeth concluded after a few moments to think about it. "Anything that you think could help if it comes down to fighting." Another glance at the shelves almost made her give up, but she took a deep breath and steeled herself. "I think it's going to take longer than five mintues."

[theshockvalue]

"Maps," he repeated, nodding. It was a start. "I should have bought more coffee." But Brennan was no stranger to impossible odds. Just because these weren't GS-Agents after Mutants just to hide their secrets didn't mean he couldn't handle it. At least that's what he kept telling himself.

"So, split up or stick together?"

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"We can probably cover more if we split up..." She didn't like it, but it was true. "I don't know how we'll ever be able to find each other ever again, but I think that's probably the best way to go." And there was really only one way to find out if they'd even find anything useful.

[theshockvalue]

Brennan tapped the network device. "We've always got these. I think we can keep in touch." He smirked. "So, rock, paper, scissors for who looks for maps?"

[yearrounder]

That drew a laugh and Annabeeth shook her blonde hair back over her shoulder. "I guess that's one way to do it."

[theshockvalue]

"It's so on." he grinned. "We'll even go best two out of three."

[yearrounder]

"You must really like rock paper scissors." But a little of her inner competitiveness had been piqued and she couldn't back down now.