[He had expected something like this, since most other adult residents had some sort of occupation or job. Teaching was something he was fairly used to, being a book that knew everything. Except he is no longer a book (though he still has the same old stuffy English accent, even speaking in French...somehow. Don't ask.) And he has an official job. ( Read more... )

[The snow feels familiar to him, but not quite. He just can't shake this feeling that a whole landscape of white and snow should be. But enough of that! There are more pressing matters at hand, such as...]

I fail to see what these...miniscule creatures have to do with such human mating rituals. Odd mating rituals, at that.

[SILLY PEOPLE AND THEIR ( Read more... )

[There's bound to be messy piles of books in the library, here and there. It's public, after all. But big book piles (or rather, a certain heavy one on a random table) normally don't shudder a bit. Or shake. Or wiggle slightly. Or make indignant noises. This might look a bit strange to anyone passing by in the library. Having no hands is suffering. ( Read more... )

[Though he never really bothered to sleep in his room (he had no use for it after all), Weiss decided to visit his own room after hearing all the ruckus. And then he ran into...himself. A bit more different than he expected, but after hearing him out, he concluded it was definitely him.]...Talking to yourself is quite strange. Moreso if they do not ( Read more... )

[Back in the library once more. Unfortunately, the books lose their appeal once Weiss can't understand them. This is a bit of a problem. With some help from his knowledge of the past, a..bit more (stuff like programming) and a dictionary, he's picking up English fairly quickly. But he decides to test a few things out ( Read more... )

[This evening, Weiss is in the kitchen, and not the library, for once. It seems that there is a book reading...a cookbook (about exotic foods, he's bored okay)...on a kitchen table. There's a punchline in there somewhere. Every so often, he floats and grasps a page to turn it manually (because he doesn't trust the ghosts still). And of course, ( Read more... )

( acquaintances )

[You know what's awesome? Seeing all this new technology that had been lost long ago, at least, in your world. Like washing machines. These make getting bloodstains out of clothes so much easier. You know what's not awesome?

Getting stuck in one of them.

Fortunately (or unfortunately), the journal is open, on top of it. So it can record his flailing ( Read more... )

[First and foremost, it was biologically impossible. Although not entirely unwelcome. Children were how people lived on after they died, in a way. Which brought up the question of how Weiss would "live on". Nier would die one day. Kainé would die too. Don't think he doesn't know about your silent departure, hussy. Emil promised to keep his memory ( Read more... )

[have a book speaking into a book today Paradisa, as this entry is dictated after he clears his throat (well, metaphorically. he doesn't have an actual throat.)]

Ahem! Now see here, residents of Paradisa. While I am aware that these infernal ghosts perform the duty just as well, to those of you who simply leave books lying around, it would behoove ( Read more... )